Letras:
General Trees

First first not long but cursed This has just begun watch as I burn Watch as I burn... Watch as I burn It hurts so good as long as I can see you smile

She's a cranky old critter She's bitter, we warn ya She lurks in a tree house In Burbank, California Along with a nephew He says spew, he's cheerful

black four door Akaror I attach yours, he Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion Heads I be sappin' like the grams I be baggin' Fightin' women, cut throat and tree

elect To possibly judge correct? Properly serve and protect? Materially corrupt, spiritually amuck Oblivious to the cause, prosperously bankrupt Blind leading the blind, guilty never defined Filthy as swine, a generation

Booyaka. That's my pueblo. Booyaka. Booyaka. 6-1-9 (Hey) What you gon' do when we come for you? And we the Southtown generals, Diego Don originals. Hitman

know on her forehead was this fried egg. Which I thought was really unusual. Because in New York City the ladies with the fried eggs on their heads don't generally

of burning oil People throw belongings, a lifetime's earnings Amongst the scattered rubbish and suitcases on the sidewalk Take palms and orange and tangerine trees

100 million dolla G4 Santa was generous Gave me a gang of money More ice than the North Pole More karats than Bugs Bunny This year forget the socks And the Christmas tree

m in this one one for the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn Super A Red and the ritz call Tins All my niggaz who tryin' to ball, my niggaz ballin' All my soldiers and generals