About This Track
"Greenday (Remix)" is a track by Lloyd Banks, from the album V.5, released 28th December 2009. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Music Molotov microphone manipulator Full blown baller baby, he in a incubator Red laser on any infiltrator Comin' with' that bullshit nigga, you leave a cripple hater 3rd times the charm, that means triple paper All kinds of Dom, Moet and liquor major And it's the underrated, most hated My thoughts are R-rated horror reincarnated Uh, Criminal ties and gray skies Concrete cries and steak knives, anything to stay alive Money fuels, ya drive, life's materialized Ain't no more wives, just slides Learn to improvise Keep the necessary push the rest to the side I ball for my niggas that's locked up or died One phone call and they'll pop up and ride Corner to corner, it reeks of Marijuana Possibilities jealousy and drama, and close friends lyin' Ya destinies designed penalties a crime Niggas gotta grind and keep they enemies in line Rock Stars and chopped cars We don't buy cups, we buy bars! And ain't nobody got jobs We don't get married, we menage Shouldn't make it far if you add up all the odds [Hook: Lloyd Banks & (Havoc)] Pockets full of green; green weed, green Jag Green Gang nigga, clean mag, green rag! Green thumb counting money till I'm numb Niggas think repercussions funny till it come We trust none; gun running through the slum, one Hundred rounded drum, come around here acting dumb Green movie, green Bent, green light (H-A-V-O'!) Green makes the baddest thing seem right! [Verse 2: Havoc] Yo Banks them niggas funny if you ask me, they Martin Laugh now, cry later, 9's aimed at they noggin And I ain't talkin 'bout the channel that the kids watch Foul shit, same shit, that almost got Kiss knocked And all kinda money stuffed up in the duffle bags Settle down, not even with the pussy that Usher had The grass greener over here, she wanna jump the fence Fuck the crew; first she said no, I'm like fuck her then And if it ain't us who the fuck you suckin' then? They broke, we rich, you know I gotta rub it in At the crap table hopin' that ya luck spin Life kickin' ass like ya ass got blooded in My life is good, it's like I'm lookin' through another lens Green days! What you niggas know about the publishin'? And if you don't know, you'll never know; fuck 'em then H-A-V-O', Blue Hef, It's us again! [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Pockets full of green; green weed, green Jag Green Gang nigga, clean mag, green rag! Green thumb counting money till I'm numb Niggas think repercussions funny till it come We trust none; gun running through the slum, one Hundred rounded drum come around here acting dumb Green movie, green Bent, green light Green makes the baddest thing seem right [Verse 3: Cormega] I play NBA Live while niggas play live and get kilt, wearin' they shine They I'll in the rhymes but I ain't really feelin' they lives So I pay 'em no mind Time is money; I ain't waistin no time I came home with staygreens with' plans to make green Did dirt; but what it's worth now I stay clean Niggas hate but it don't make or break me My daughter wore Bathing Apes since the age 3 My city never sleep, so I day dream If Big' never died; who the fuck would claim king? Think deep, lyrically Banks and me Get busy like niggas in the bing with beef The jewels blurred my vision now I'm able to see The greatest luxury in life is bein able to breathe I speak the truth! Like the debut from Beanie in the booth, very few niggas can see me, uh! [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Pockets full of green; green weed, green Jag Green Gang nigga, clean mag, green rag Green thumb counting money till I'm numb Niggas think repercussions funny till it come We trust none; gun running through the slum, one Hundred rounded drum, come around here acting dumb Green movie, green Bent, green light Green makes the baddest thing seem right
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