Smoke DZA - Greenhouse lyrics

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA] The game is on orange, n***a I said it's time to stop playin' with these little b**hes like Lawrence Tailored, Lauren down to the bottom garments Puffing on chronic, bout to push the bu*ton Who want it? I may be cool but them n******gs over there orny Don't be a fool and get your little entourage cornin' I'm the [sada nunce?] of 2k Closed caskets slow songs and bouquets Headband L's, cool J's Hall of Fame modein', 2kin' I may be laughing at y'all n******gs but who's playing? Not I said the pothead guy You got me f**ed up They hated on me now they give me becky Brought the loud to Hollygrove for my n***a Nesbie 911 boy you know where to catch me sh** is about to get messy Right [Smoke DZA speaking:] You got to pay for this game Not even a freestyle is free Welcome to the greenhouse [George Bush soundbite] That is valuable information for those of us how 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. Imma describe the plan of attack on buildings in the US... [Verse 2] This game here's for pros once God give in dough Plus I hawk n***as with this Anarchtica flow What a cold piece of work I am 3 series riding from the dirty rotten I'm from the Mecca of fly sh**, so how could I not be on my sh**? Right