into a rain-forest Rain on my head, call that brainstorming Yeah this is deep, oh, but I go deeper Make you lose yourself and finders keepers It go green light
along with me Shake along with me Shake along with me Mister Sifter sold me songs When I was just sixteen Now he stops at traffic lights But only when they're green
dashin', in the latest BBC fashion The light from the strip club flashing Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing We're hundred G makers till they cremate us Skateboard P in the lime green
of light years later, stars and planets sang Fire warmed the cold, waves of colors flew Moonlight into gold, earth to green and blue Love is eternal sacred light
up the Chevy so we can ride by Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by I?ma slide by sippin on that high life and my slippers jack triple where my five light
Roll the windows up when you get in the car And I'ma light one up Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar And a Philly blunt Every time I breathe it's
was walking through a sad art gallery And you were driving through the night I'd feel rather alone and ill at ease Beneath the brilliant showroom light
Something special happened today I got green lights all the way With no big red sign to stop me No traffic jam delay See I was driving over the moon (
with extra heels I gotta get in, I drove here With a carload of bitches charged on Belvedere My niggaz hit the cells if the line is thick So I drive
flavored You see I drive one now and drive the other one later Shit, it's the new Fresh Prince and all I'm missing is Jada I got a hard drive, all I'm
there? I swear, boy, wanna get touched Roll up and catch a slug to the chest, so duck I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga Five hundred S driving
fashion The light from the strip club flashing Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing We're hundred G makers till they cremate us Skateboard P in the lime green
: Driver? Jah know dat traffic a mash mi up star I have a delivery fi mek by certain time yuh know See di dupes a call yah Elephant Man: Yo driver weh
] Chong: Hey man! Check this out. I got the best KUSH ever man! Cheech: Aw, man... I've been so out... You got sent from heaven! All right, man, light
belive me,drive by hit connas aint easy,light it up for 2pac and easy,gotta show them we aint playing believe me,crowing up in california aint easy drive
bang your head and bounce Shout from the West to East, Midwest and Dirty South! Dub C, my niir, yeah Young Hogs born to thug wit me and Muggs and Green
pistol drive, we posted up on the hill And the grams and the halves for fifty, how I feel I got it, been had it since '95 '73 Monte green, twenty inch
we all got high, our niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys, cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red, we like that fuckin green, papers
