Gang Green Lyrics

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[Lloyd Banks:]
Its Blue Hefner
Gang Green
Ya'll can catch me on the Anger Management Tour
You know where the big money at

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I ain't the iciest nigga livin' but I'm a few stones closer
Hoppin' out my blue foam Rover
Feed my pit flock down on the two tone sofa

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[Lloyd Banks:]
Its Blue Hefner
Gang Green
Ya'll can catch me on the Anger Management Tour
You know where the big money at

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I ain't the iciest nigga livin' but I'm a few stones closer
Hoppin' out my blue foam Rover
Feed my pit flock down on the two tone sofa
Decock my two tone toaster
I'm cakin' up
I can get a whip a week
And my momma ain't gotta lift her feet
She in the Jeep with a Swisha Sweet
I'm on the beach with a stripper freak
After the weed and the liqour meet
She will be lickin' me
And I don't trip won't freeze her with Tiffany
So if shes iced out its some gees she ain't get from me
My hands on your lady and
The only reason I ain't go to SummerJam is cause I'm banned from the stadium
Ten room mansion my lands a paladium
Creep in my yard its a can in your cranium
I'm famous and still ridin' around with a trigger
I'm a certified, bonafide entrepenigga

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[Lloyd Banks:]  
Its Blue Hefner  
Gang Green  
Ya'll can catch me on the Anger Management Tour  
You know where the big money at  
  
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]  
I ain't the iciest nigga livin' but I'm a few stones closer  
Hoppin' out my blue foam Rover  
Feed my pit flock down on the two tone sofa  
  
(BRING IT BACK)  
  
[Lloyd Banks:]  
Its Blue Hefner  
Gang Green  
Ya'll can catch me on the Anger Management Tour  
You know where the big money at  
  
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]  
I ain't the iciest nigga livin' but I'm a few stones closer  
Hoppin' out my blue foam Rover  
Feed my pit flock down on the two tone sofa  
Decock my two tone toaster  
I'm cakin' up  
I can get a whip a week  
And my momma ain't gotta lift her feet  
She in the Jeep with a Swisha Sweet  
I'm on the beach with a stripper freak  
After the weed and the liqour meet  
She will be lickin' me  
And I don't trip won't freeze her with Tiffany  
So if shes iced out its some gees she ain't get from me  
My hands on your lady and  
The only reason I ain't go to SummerJam is cause I'm banned from the stadium  
Ten room mansion my lands a paladium  
Creep in my yard its a can in your cranium  
I'm famous and still ridin' around with a trigger  
I'm a certified, bonafide entrepenigga

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