Why don't you sit right back and I I may tell you a tale, a tale of 3 Little pigs and a big bad wolf Well, the first little piggy Well, he was kinda
Traduction: Jelly Green. Les Trois Petits Cochons.
: [Spoken] Why don't you, sit right back, and I, I may tell you, a tale. A tale of three, little pigs, and a BIG, BAD, WOLFFF. Well the first little
why I'm made this way I wasn't turned out I was raised this way of thinkin these are tha dreams of a young teen sceam, and stack green on tha crack fiends
And so I made the race, and staked me out a place, And settled down along the Cimarron It blowed away, it blowed away, My Oklahoma home, it blowed away It looked so green
money is twice than Grab a couple grand and live a nice land See I'm a nice man but money turned me to Satan I'm thirsty for this green so bad I'm dehydratin
is twice than Grab a couple grand and lamp in Iceland See I'm a nice man but money turned me to Satan I'm thirsty for this green so bad I'm dehydratin
my khakis and my scars, Nuts full of cavi and I'm headed for the bar. Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out, But I got to make my green, and plus
will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkens strolling through Watts in a red, black and Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving For just the right occasion Green
for a job cuz there's no jobs looking for me Then it all went to my head Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead Tell the pigs I did it Place spot at your
shit but the pad and pencil I can't wait till I hear you say "I'm going down, mayday, mayday." I'm gonna clown Cause everytime that the pigs have got
(feat. Chino XL, Crooked.I) [Intro] This is the Invasion! The Evil Genius Green Lantern! Immortal Technique, "The 3rd World" (It's on now motherfucker
A Diff'rent Budget I Ain't Even Gotta Practice Never Gettin Rusty No I Ain't Lookin Down But I See No One Above Me The Paper Bag Brown Wit Durty Green
Diff'rent Budget I Ain't Even Gotta Practice Never Gettin Rusty No I Ain't Lookin Down But I See No One Above Me The Paper Bag Brown Wit Durty Green
the foot in my fruit roll up No cuts no stems no seeds straight THC indeed I'm try'na get stoned like I'm staring into Medusa eyes You ain't got green
to do gotta start the day off with a case of brew hit the street at noon with beer stinkin breath go down to the river with a 20 pack of green death
