Smoke DZA - Greenhouse lyrics
[Smoke DZA - Greenhouse lyrics]
The game is on orange, nigga
I said it's time to stop playin'
With these little bitches like Lawrence
Tailored, Lauren down to the bottom garments
Puffing on chronic, bout to push the button
Who want it?
I may be cool but them niggas over there orny
Don't be a fool and get
Your little entourage cornin'
I'm the Sardo Numpsay of 2k
Closed caskets, slow songs and bouquets
Headband L's, cool J's
Hall of Fame mode-in', 2kin'
I may be laughing at y'all
Niggas but who's playing?
Not I, said the pothead guy
You got me fucked up
They hated on me now they give me Becky
Brought the loud to Hollygrove
For my nigga Nesbie
911, boy you know where to catch me
Shit is about to get messy right
You got to pay for this game
Not even a freestyle is free
Welcome to the greenhouse
That is valuable information for
Those of us who
Have the responsibility to protect
The American people he told us that the
Operatives have been instructed
To insure that the explosives went off
(Welcome to the greenhouse)
A point that was high enough to prevent
The people trapped from above to
Escape i'ma describe the design of plan
Attacks on buildings in the US
This game here's for pros God giving though
Plus I hawk niggas with this Anarchtica flow
What a cold piece of work I am
3 Series riding from the dirty rotten
I'm a black apple, boy
Harlem World, nigga, I came from the court
Of course I'm hot
I'm from the Mecca of fly shit
So how could I not be on my shit? Right
Fly as fuck even when it's raining out
Most classic fit even before they came about
Polo posers, see the real low heads
When the summer is over, talk to me
Better spend your money cautiously
Cos this rugby shit put that
Big horse to sleep
Ha ha haha, the doobie's getting lit
Special edition flow, George Kush
In this bitch, i'm faded
Welcome to the Greenhouse
I said it's time to stop playin'
With these little bitches like Lawrence
Tailored, Lauren down to the bottom garments
Puffing on chronic, bout to push the button
Who want it?
I may be cool but them niggas over there orny
Don't be a fool and get
Your little entourage cornin'
I'm the Sardo Numpsay of 2k
Closed caskets, slow songs and bouquets
Headband L's, cool J's
Hall of Fame mode-in', 2kin'
I may be laughing at y'all
Niggas but who's playing?
Not I, said the pothead guy
You got me fucked up
They hated on me now they give me Becky
Brought the loud to Hollygrove
For my nigga Nesbie
911, boy you know where to catch me
Shit is about to get messy right
You got to pay for this game
Not even a freestyle is free
Welcome to the greenhouse
That is valuable information for
Those of us who
Have the responsibility to protect
The American people he told us that the
Operatives have been instructed
To insure that the explosives went off
(Welcome to the greenhouse)
A point that was high enough to prevent
The people trapped from above to
Escape i'ma describe the design of plan
Attacks on buildings in the US
This game here's for pros God giving though
Plus I hawk niggas with this Anarchtica flow
What a cold piece of work I am
3 Series riding from the dirty rotten
I'm a black apple, boy
Harlem World, nigga, I came from the court
Of course I'm hot
I'm from the Mecca of fly shit
So how could I not be on my shit? Right
Fly as fuck even when it's raining out
Most classic fit even before they came about
Polo posers, see the real low heads
When the summer is over, talk to me
Better spend your money cautiously
Cos this rugby shit put that
Big horse to sleep
Ha ha haha, the doobie's getting lit
Special edition flow, George Kush
In this bitch, i'm faded
Welcome to the Greenhouse