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Mean Green Don T Be Mad

x2] Don't be mad Cause yo nigga wanna ride wit me Pimp in my caddy inside of me Neva want him mackin to the third degree Don't be mad P-I-impim nation

busters wearing Versace I don't wear it no more... [King T] But this will be a classic Many facets to get that ass kicked The alchoholic Don, call

homie The crib scarface couldn't be more Tony You love me for me, could you be more phony? Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be

Haters think he's one of a kind, hes better than errybody, destroyin dreams. But don't you listen, we can rise above it, above it, Nine times outa ten, don't

Don't play around with me Paso You should see the stello Neighborhood nino Bithces call me Dolla But these niggas call me D-Bo (Chorus) Akon: Niggas that u ever saw Don

makin' mils wit' it I ain't mad but that shit wasn't me Had to get up off that jewelry and crystal, couldn't talk that They my niggaz though, I ain't mad, I ain't

could be hurtful, I could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Why don't

in but you wouldn't bothered Now I ain't either, soon as I realize that I ain't need her She in a rush to get close to me but I ain't eager, shit I

twenty right at us We ain't mad though, we got the bulletproof dough And that's the way my niggas roll, if you was seein' his dough You'd be the same