Green Line
2017
3:50
Official Music Video
Green Line by Princess Nokia
Lyrics & Translation
English
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back
Don't know how to act
What I got is what you lack
I give it up, you hold back
Stuck with the slack, I go and stack my stacks
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back
Rolling up the pack, party sound wack
Think I have to pass, park, I'm smoking gas
Mom jean on my ass
Get the last laugh 'cause my name you'll never drag
Miss me, boy, the best you ever had
Drawstring on my bag
Let the pants sag
Petty, never mad
Leave it in the past
If I dwell I'ma never have the life I worked hard for
The city to explore
The money come in more
Stuck in the crib, stuck in the crib
I'm a big little kid
I'm the bottle, the bib, the baby food lid
The nipple, the lid, and I did what I did
'Cause I live how I live
For $2.50 I could go anywhere I want
Even if they check my bags
I'm hiding weed from the cops
I was on the 6, green line chick
I was on the 6 [x3]
Fuck with the kid, you don't fuck with the kid
And I show ya my world and ya seen how I live
From the womb to the crib
And the crib to the school
And the school to the rave
And the rave to the games
Patsies for the eats
Casablancas for the meats
La Tropenzas for the bread
Went to Hajis got a philly cheese instead
Round the corner to Ollin 'cause you know I'm Mexican
Drink horchata with my peeps
Hug my auntie in the street
You could find me and jeff on the court
Playing ball, football, and track
And I still play them all even though that I'm wack
Pleasant Ave, Italianos, Glottis, and the Lucianos
Raos sitting on the corner, ever been inside
There's a guy at the table, eats fazul as he cry
For $2.50 I could go anywhere I want
Even if they check my bags
I'm hiding weed from the cops
I was on the 6, green line chick
I was on the 6 [x3]
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Green Line by Princess Nokia
Green Line* (original Princess Nokia)
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back
Don't know how to act
What I got is what you lack
I give it up, you hold back
Stuck with the slack, I go and stack my stacks
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back
Rolling up the pack, party sound wack
Think I have to pass, park, I'm smoking gas
Mom jean on my ass
Get the last laugh 'cause my name you'll never drag
Miss me, boy, the best you ever had
Drawstring on my bag
Let the pants sag
Petty, never mad
Leave it in the past
If I dwell I'ma never have the life I worked hard for
The city to explore
The money come in more
Stuck in the crib, stuck in the crib
I'm a big little kid
I'm the bottle, the bib, the baby food lid
The nipple, the lid, and I did what I did
'Cause I live how I live
For $2.50 I could go anywhere I want
Even if they check my bags
I'm hiding weed from the cops
I was on the 6, green line chick
I was on the 6 [x3]
Fuck with the kid, you don't fuck with the kid
And I show ya my world and ya seen how I live
From the womb to the crib
And the crib to the school
And the school to the rave
And the rave to the games
Patsies for the eats
Casablancas for the meats
La Tropenzas for the bread
Went to Hajis got a philly cheese instead
Round the corner to Ollin 'cause you know I'm Mexican
Drink horchata with my peeps
Hug my auntie in the street
You could find me and jeff on the court
Playing ball, football, and track
And I still play them all even though that I'm wack
Pleasant Ave, Italianos, Glottis, and the Lucianos
Raos sitting on the corner, ever been inside
There's a guy at the table, eats fazul as he cry
For $2.50 I could go anywhere I want
Even if they check my bags
I'm hiding weed from the cops
I was on the 6, green line chick
I was on the 6 [x3]
Green Line (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Estoy de vuelta, estoy de vuelta, estoy de vuelta
No sé cómo actuar
Lo que tengo es lo que te falta
Yo lo doy, tú te contienes
Atascado con la holgura, voy y apilo mis pilas
Estoy de vuelta, estoy de vuelta, estoy de vuelta
Enrollando el paquete, el sonido de la fiesta es malo
Creo que tengo que pasar, aparcar, estoy fumando hierba
Jeans de mamá en mi trasero
Me río el último porque mi nombre nunca lo arrastrarás
Extrañame, chico, lo mejor que jamás tuviste
Cordón en mi bolso
Dejar que los pantalones cuelguen
Pequeño, nunca enojado
Déjalo en el pasado
Si me detengo, nunca tendré la vida por la que trabajé duro
La ciudad para explorar
El dinero llega más
Atrapado en la cuna, atrapado en la cuna
Soy un niño grande y pequeño
Soy la botella, el babero, la tapa de la comida de bebé
El pezón, la tapa, e hice lo que hice
Porque vivo como vivo
Por $2.50 podría ir a donde quiera
Incluso si revisan mis bolsos
Estoy escondiendo hierba de la policía
Estaba en la 6, chica de la línea verde
Estaba en la 6 [x3]
No te metas con el niño, no te metas con el niño
Y te muestro mi mundo y viste cómo vivo
Desde el útero hasta la cuna
Y de la cuna a la escuela
Y de la escuela a la rave
Y de la rave a los juegos
Patsies para las comidas
Casablancas para las carnes
La Tropenzas para el pan
Fui a Hajis y en su lugar compré un philly cheese
A la vuelta de la esquina a Ollin porque sabes que soy mexicana
Bebo horchata con mi gente
Abrazo a mi tía en la calle
Podrías encontrarnos a Jeff y a mí en la cancha
Jugando baloncesto, fútbol y atletismo
Y todavía los juego todos aunque sea mala
Pleasant Ave, Italianos, Glottis y los Lucianos
Raos sentado en la esquina, ¿alguna vez has estado dentro?
Hay un tipo en la mesa, come fazul mientras llora
Por $2.50 podría ir a donde quiera
Incluso si revisan mis bolsos
Estoy escondiendo hierba de la policía
Estaba en la 6, chica de la línea verde
Estaba en la 6 [x3]
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