| Welcome to a world where Rhythm is life
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| And life is Green
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| Yeah
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| All you need in this life is Rhythm & Green
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| And as a people we was born with Rhythm
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| Now let’s get the green, know what I mean?
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| Comin out the Yay Area we present to you… Rhythm & Green
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| Verse 1 *(Rame Royal)*
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| I’m zonin off lime and Hennessy
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| Jones and I got that remedy
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| In a ball cap
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| To camoflauge the identity
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| My entourage relentlessly
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| Sells ya’ll crack
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| In big or small sacks
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| To all cats
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| Even enemies get served with a deposit
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| That’s hustla logic
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| I’m fully drunk
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| I burn hemp plants
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| Of skunk in my closet
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| Matchin a composite
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| Facin maximum penalties
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| But to avoid it, I blast 'em an make 'em memory
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| Can’t infiltrate my infantry
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| Infamous for takin street
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| Rap to new dimensions we Intiventaly pimpin beats
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| Mack freaks
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| Back to Atlanta and D. C Niggas bubblin like phantoms
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| So give us three feet
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| Hatas grin and bear it While I keep ridin them Stallions
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| In gold links
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| Wit 5 karat
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| Diamond medallions
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| Roll out the red carpet slow
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| We lyrically remarkable
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| Representin the Rhythm & Green’s half arsenal
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| Chorus *(Shock G)* 2x
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| We givin it to the people
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| People doin what they want (repeat x2)
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| The Rhythm we give 'em is 100% pure
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| We give it to 'em
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| Do What Ya Want. |
| Uh!
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| Verse 2 *(Crown Jul)*
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| Race out the cribo
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| Ride a stretch limo
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| Rollin up the windows
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| Blowin up indo
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| We serve purp jumbos
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| But don’t stumble
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| Pick up my young hoe
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| In my one 'doe
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| I keep a trunk load
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| Cuz I was born in the city at war
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| Like Desert Storm
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| To give it to you hardcore
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| And raw like porn
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| Forced to swarm
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| To cop dope in the purest of forms
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| Buds greener than the forest
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| And fully matured
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| Cultivatin in the closet of the dope house
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| Throwin weight juss for the profit in the courts to smoke out
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| My folks is locced out
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| A fiend wil get his eye poked out
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| Wit the Port
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| Manuverin coast to coast
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| On home court
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| Now hut 1,2,3,4
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| What the fuck we hustle for?
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| Juss to see mo dope
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| We bustin 4−4's
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| Cuz heavy metal settles vendettas
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| Niggas is rebels
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| Do whatever for chedder
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| Until they bury us wit shovels
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| Verse 3 *(Rame Royal)*
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| Feel free
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| To feel me When I bust a Philly
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| Down to fill it wit LG
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| It’s nathin you can tell me Ain’t a dream you can sell me Cause real G’s do what they please
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| Let’s feel the breeze
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| Til the year 2G
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| My eyes will only see green
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| But my women come in distored colors
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| I’m livin better than some
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| An worse than others
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| Tryin not to get smothered
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| Home grown in the Town my zone
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| Sit on the throne
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| An place the crown on my dome
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| Verse 4 *(Crown Jul)*
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| If y’all wonder
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| I been through it Flow like fluid
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| And ball under the influence
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| But uninfluenced
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| By all the negatives hurt me And flirtin wit danger
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| I’d rather live
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| Still workin wit one in the chamber
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| Got this gat that’s enormus
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| Rats tryin to pull the curtian on my stellar performance
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| But protected by a certian umbrella insurance
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| You couldn’t wet this if you wanted to In the flesh
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| We Royal right in front of you
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| So there you have it Where life is Rhythm
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| And Rhythm is Green, know what I mean?
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| You this ain’t no joke
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| (Straight up)
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| Umm
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| Uhh
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| Smoke what ya want
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| Roll what ya want uh!
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| Drink what ya want
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| Grow what ya want uh!
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| Push what ya want
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| Crank what ya want uh!
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| Yeah
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| I’m on it Haha
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| Slippin a Humpty on that ass
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| Rhythm bring the green out ya
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| (Do what you want)
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| Uh Feel it We givin it to them worlds
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| Peep game
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| You know what I’m sayin
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| That’s juss like us Rhythm & Green doin they thang puttin it down like that for the year 2000
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| Tell 'em bout that shit you know
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| We givin it to the people
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| All our people
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| Rhythm & Green puttin it down the right way
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| Do What You Want!
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| R&G click once again |