hand ya know [Chorus:] Mini-van people gone to jamaica One driver a dozen conductor Yeah! mini-van people gone to jamaica One driver a dozen conductor tree
: [Verse 1] I have felt no remorse And left friends crying I'm naive to believe That I was ever trying The water's think and black No use in dying Jesus
mountain tops Down the road to a place we know so well The children are running with ribbons in their baby hands While we all gather 'round the Giving Tree
Feelin kind of oddly, defiant, and ready to party And gettin retarded, once this motherfuckin session started We blown trees up sp freeze up ease up The general
they tumble Well, I'll twirl and I'll tumble I've been to Leon's He's got nine daughters And a stereo They say that Leon Watches from the tree tops In
cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead in the sea Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals
are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead in the sea Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals
always brothers Never thought about eachothers skin colours Til one day we was walking up the block in the summer It was like 90 degrees I was catching a sun burn Tryna walk under the trees
times nigga Gucci two times nigga, deuce line west side hooto nigga We goin in we takin over it's brick squad let's do it (Club Dinero Mix Tape General
with these Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki's Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the breeze [Buckshot Shorty] Trees make my eyes bleed
they tumble well, i'll twirl and i'll tumble i've been to leon's he's got nine daughters and a stereo they say that leon watches from the tree tops in
one one for the hotel, motel holidae inn Super A red and the rits call tins All my niggaz who tryin to ball, my niggaz ballin All my sodiers and generals
passin me trees The liquor bottle's almost empty We about to collide, with the enemy Only way you die if it's meant to be You fuckin with a general No
murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer the violent words of a prince in a palace of Persia. The cognac plurger plus the trees, but whose the faul
de un CD universal. Tranquimacin mezclado con Anfetas, Somos un coctel mortal. Somos el pasto de cajas de pino, Somos el tren que dejamos pasar. Un tres
and my Hell Town crew Beantown love, three's up homie (ew, ew) Law-Town General, born in Lawrence General Put me on a pedestal, better than anyone you
da lick read!?! 5 star general and the 6 peed still hood like thick cheese bitch please him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze niggas betta trim trees
back A pow woo in the teepee is where it's at I want to dance with you ... The indian fought with his arrow and bow Till General Custer lost to Sitting
