Lyrics:
Doobie
Smokin on these blunts jus to get me by
Im wit the homies
Smokin dat la di da
Green an purple buds in the blunt
Like Mardi Gras
An I'nt want it if
that's weak
Hole in your brain
You ain’t gotta thought that deep
Man think I'm missing the drop
What? I caught that clean
I don't know bro, I don't know
it's
A nasty grin of me wickedly smiling
As I remember my past days killing with kindness
Getting choked up envisioning the Heimlich's
Getting them so
hustle hard made a way
Everything must go sale and that's including shake
Move and shake, ballin hard doing two-a-days
Eating clean too, that's a couple
Life or death
Glock
Guap
Mattyboy (Reef)
Nigga Coreef
Dived into music when I dumped the dope game
Feature me whatever you call me by first name
You
consciousness
Tryna get my consciousness they tryna get my consciousness
Taking a moment to recollect
These thoughts in my brain have been tarnished
Cuz
heart gear-shifter with a forklift for my mental state The pencil always breaks at the start of the day Been known to drown trying to swallow the dock
what
We got that fire
We got that good green grass
We got that fire
We got that good green grass
We got that fire
We got that good green grass
We got
clean always see the picture
Yeah
Niggas know me I’m a leader
In the stew I smoke sativa
Need a real one no diva
That’s how I’ll know she a keeper
Talking
Many, many years ago
When this land was young
A lot of our country was covered
By big tall beautiful trees
And men had to have the trees
To make
ain't wash ya ass in five, six, seven days
You ain't a horse so why the fuck you keep sayin' hey?
I'm on the phone stink-a-butt, yeah, he know he bae
I'm
You're gonna to be sitting there on your little machine
Trying to look and keep it clean and
You're going to be home playing bingo all night all alone
With the ones who "Bang Bang", make your brains hang, and it is a thing
Bitch, better have my motherfucking fetty
Before I put this mm-mm to your
relate, surrounded by my enemies
Blood it may be thicker, but water is good for drowning sneaks
Nike or Adidas cleats, clean that blood up off all my sheets
Once upon a time (But fairly recently)
There lived a man and woman who wanted a family
One day they found a little raccoon abandoned by his mommy
fuck dat shit I ain’t trynna be the cheap ass boy who be glad when they got a deal signing it without no Brain
Air Force clean
Y’all don’t wanna
This rap shit ain't a movie
Online gettin' turned on by a bunch of male groupies
That said they gonna shoot me or do something to me
When they see
All exits not seized
So they fled
K-9's sniff through
Find personal seeds
Grows no more
Than a OZ rastas indeed
Snitched on by some neighbor
You'll be alright
Taking care
You'll be always fine
Many many days has gone by
With you girl on my side
Every single day has been nice
For you ade feel no
happened.
Here ye here ye tis common sense that all citizens practice good sanitation and clean
Their hands frequently, in my day we didnt have hand
them bikes running,
running to lights and shit
and I be clean when I’m on the bike
they steady complement my drip
my bike be l matching my fit
my fit
mountain, just watch how I dew (let's go)
This bitch just gave me brain it made me shake
Just like a seizure (brrr, yeah)
The way she clean it up
You'd think
instead
Get you two bird brains to can it
Like you were two cans of Campbell soup
Now dammit you can just shut up or get cut up
Okay now you clam chowder
Make it now
Make it shout
All this green
Gonna make me mean
Make me dream make me skim
(2x)
[Costanza: ]
They say where have you been
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