Green Power

Green Power

Quasimoto & Madlib

Альбом: Yessir Whatever
Длительность: 2:43
Год: 2013
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Brick wall dedication

I know you didn't cut that old fade
It happened last month anyway
I had my eyes on you (Here's the deal)
You just been walking about a week or two
Smile and the world smiles with you
What put you on the block anyway?
A kid? An old man? Probably all three (Here's the deal)
Wouldn't be no news to me
'Cause ain't nothing under a rock that I ain't seen
I'm just about collecting my money, smoking green
Nothing's gonna happen to you
At least nothing new (Cry and you cry alone)
Cry and cry alone, it's cool, I'm Black too
If you know what's good for you
You make enough cheese, you can be my main boo
Smile (You know what's good for you)

You really wanna know?
That's all there is to it
Besides, what's to bet?
Just that simple, huh?
Nothing's ever simple
Money
Money, money
Not enough bread

I'm taking care of business like they say (Green is business)
They say, "Oh, by screening a funny way"
Comes all the way in a circle is what I mean
It all starts and finishes with green, right? (Yeah)
Green ain't only money, you know
It's silence, country, and things that grow
You can have your foot in the drip or watch it be
That's where it's at in a funny way if you follow me (Then)
Maybe I'll work on my ratio some
'Til judgment come (Just tell them everything)
Green is a lick no matter where you place it
Green is a color today, always been, face it
The green on my scene change every day
So let us join the you, they say
Green is a life bag in a different way
But it could lead to a death bag too
Neon red in your lips
It could lead to a death bag too
Neon red in your lips

They just pushed it too strong
Too many oceans and lawns
And pot guts and lawns
Take all the crumbs of the piece of cornbread
City has, and that's jazz
A while ago, there were cats reading while cats played jazz behind 'em
There wasn't nothing happening, so the musicians
Cooked right on like they do here in Minden
I wrote the shortest jazz poem ever heard
Nothing 'bout hugging or kissing
One word: "Listen"