Fa-La-Lashe (Clean) Lyrics & Tabs by Medina Green
Fa-La-Lashe (Clean)
guitar chords lyrics
Cash:
It be the God Magnetic
No time for mic checks
You know the s-t
When the Green's on the set
This suck this respect respect
Step up in the kitchen
Get fried like fritters
Green sound be the best thing
Since a babysitter
The fam formulate
Like Morgan-Stan-Dean-Witter
Yo Mos, stop playing
With me man, drop that
Sit back and take a pull
Yo Mos, stop playing
With me man, drop that
Sit back and take a pull
But take the tape off pause
We bout to take you to the green
So why don't you hop aboard
Thoughts collide make heads
Bob like something delicious
Don't even blink for a sec
Cause we'll catch you sleeping
Cash:
Stressed out, stopped hanging out
With them cats on the corner
Now they got me staked out
Checking out the cars I hop out
Lexus, the Cherokee
Fresh fades occupy the dome piece
The leather seat exceals
The coushion
In the rental I'm pushing
And like the club maybe
One day lock this rap shit down
But for now
I drink cheap beers, the St. Ides
A dollar fifty nine for free
I write rhymes
To leviate the hard times
And do what I'm best at
To hear my voice
On a track is like a treat
Even though
You're not supposed to
Late night
Eating me like a Kit-Kat
My sugar words
Put bumps on your face
While brothers' first album
Be the raw shit
And the second one
Be laced with bullshit
But watch me
This understanding see
Who like to snatch shows
And ice skate, it must be
The currency they ascertain
That makes them forget
About the times
When they were broke
And used to feel pain
The back of my Tims
Is run-down like criminals names
On computers in the precinct
Ain't no white man
On the street innocent
Though it's my duty
To teach civilization from Hatians
To Jamaicans
To cavemen down to children
To them brothers out there
On the corner scheming
We got the dap too
Where we living
We ain't leaving
DCQ:
What the D-D
The E-E the A-A the L
Last time in a battle yo
A lion got his eye swell
Isn't it the ultimate
To press play, spark a spliff
And get the John licked
I'm in love with LeShay
She on some other shit
She don't understand ghettos
Why the guns spit
The cause, the trials
The tribulations
The man, woman
Child builds a foundation
I be the hunter in the woods
With the patience
With plans
To get all chubby in the face
The Green, we stay laced
With knowledge, wisdom
Understanding
Food, clothing, and shelter
Keep a G above water
In this Babylon swelter
And if you
Ain't got you better get
Ain't no bread on the table
So how the hell you tired?
And if you
Ain't got you better get
And if you
Ain't hot you better get lit
And if you
Ain't got you better get
And if you
Ain't hot you better get lit
Mos Def:
Say what say what
I'm on a roll with it
Catch a vibe
And then go with it
Original
So the biters can't prohibit
The way I flow with it
Is too swift for the slow witted
Crisp from top to below with it
I go get it cause
It's here to be got
I'm Medina bring all Greens
So there ain't no stoppin'
No traffic, no static, flow matic
Get on the mic and just go at it
The pure pro at it
Your sip Mo status don't matter
You can still
Get your hopes shattered
You think it won't happen
Reality yields to no magic
Step outta zone
And get your bones cracken
I carry poems that can
Get into chubby's ass
Like Joe Jackson
And leave the bubble-headed
Fall flat and
Live or closed caption
These other cats
Are getting no action
Medina scream it to the top
Stop your balls acting
