Green Island Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Motherfuck[E]in' ladies and gentleman
My style's rugged like Timberland
When I clock lyric then women give
me [Am]more love than Wimbledon
[E]My style flow local like New Jersey transit
And I can't stand it
And you'll need Teddy [Am]to
unjam it when I cram it
I'm [E]from N to the E
W A R K Newark NJ got the AK
When [Am]I wave bitch you better say [E]hey
I'm a Kid From the Hall
I got big balls to make your pussy
[Am]walls dribble in my drawers
Hey [E]boy this is the way the East
coast swing it so bring it
Man I told you ass Brown- er than
[Am]James with the Sex Machine shit
[E]I keep the chronic patrol on the road
In case you're wondering
why I keep my ism
'Cause I smoked [Am]everybody
else's shit up
My [E]style's the ultimate funk
when I mic checka
One two checka
And I give effects to niggas
with my [Am]Black and Decker
So check the, [E]manuscript, man you flipped
Put it down if you can't handle it
Got a B- R- C- G,
Blun[Am]t Rollers College Graduate
I [E]got a degrees in Physics
on how high I can get
Then next I check how many niggas
that can [Am]die from my Tec
'Cause the [E]N- E- W- A- R- K is where
the niggas robbin' and stealin'
And fuckin [Am]niggas everyday
Now [E]Jersey's on max so pass the
dutchie on the left hand side
Hide the hidash, in case we
[Am]cridash, in my ride
So, [E]slide, before I call the medics
You can bet bitch you couldn't
get [Am]fly if you were FedEx
Can [E]I, drop the funk on ya, run it on ya
Strong as ammonia,
smell it from here to Cali[Am]fornia
[E]'Cause Reggie Noble dropped that cock
named Noble at Sunoco
I'm better than rice and beans
when [Am]I rock you ocho to ocho
My [E]music more underground
than a kid at 300 XL
Convertible, fuel- injected,
that's why my style's well- respected
I'm dope on the ridealz, so
fidealz, on my didealz
And chumps are wondering what two niggas dropped
the [Am]funk[E]
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funk

[Verse 2]
Verbally you never heard [E]of me I
smoke you third degrees
And cause surgery for emergency
[Am]'Cause Reggie Noble's
known like [E]burglary
I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets
Hey, if it take a million niggas to
[Am]stop it just like Chuck did
'Cause we [E]run around Newark
with the nine cock
Keep it heated for the brothers
that's not [Am]off my block
An[E]d if ya don't know the flavor,
be a tough guy and enter
So go show you more nigga events
than Jacob Jaffrey center
I'm genuine, to the rhyme,
get your canines
Cops that got the hot [Am]Glockstocked
for when it's playtime
[E]I rock around the Robin tweet
tweet on the calendar
'Cause you couldn't pull my number if
your [Am]class major was Algeb[E]ra
I make bitches moan to my
Stallone without Sylvester
'Cause I'm more deadlier than a
whole school [Am]system of investors
So [E]check us, I always smoke mad
blunts before breakfast
'Cause I, Get Around like 2Pac with
Po[Am]etic in my Justice
Hold [E]tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight
I'm super like my man cat,
'cause [Am]I keep my [E]styles jam packed
I like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby
You could tell the tracks was fat
from the work [Am]of my MP- 60
I [E]smoke the chronic that's why
my sinus always fucked up
Them bones, them bones,
them [Am]bones will have you fucked up
[E]I blaze blunts with my nigga Mellow,
yo say hello
(Yo what up dog?)
Really, now pass [Am]the second
blun[E]t to Quilly
Now sit your big ass down 'cause I
don't know about this rap stuff
There wasn't rap when I was pickin' [Am]cotton,
sayin massa
[E]Y'all y'all whippersnappers,
with the caps on backwards
Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I
[Am]kick a bone out yo' ass [E]quick
Watch out now,
I ain't bullshittin'
I representin' the oh- oh- oh- oh- oh-
[Am]G's from forty- [E]three goddamnit
And if you keep on with
that dirty mistreatin'
I'm gonna whoop your ass,
til [Am]your heart stop beating

[Verse 3]
And yo, [E]chronic bubonic
the funky bionic
You find it I'll have to rewind it
where minds are blinded
Time for some ac[Am]tion so time to find it
I [E]smoked out like a cookout, look
out my dick's out
That was last album when I was
boun[Am]cin' on trains like Malcolm
I [E]was high,
I thought I wouldn't survive
That's why I [Am]quit my nine
to five and got [E]live
Because this hip- to- the- hop
shit fills my pockets
And I'm Audi for ninety- four be
cause I already got my [E]props

[Outro 1]
Hoes, hoes, and more hoes
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