Lyrics:
Right by the Pacific Ocean
I sit in the sun chilling
Soaking up that good feeling.
S.H.E. Dub to the MAC
Blaze 1, When i go
I just hope that it's quick
Right by the Pacific Ocean
I sit in the sun chilling
Soaking up that good feeling.
S.H.E. Dub to the MaC
Blaze 1, When i go
I just hope that it's quik
T had da power, hearing gunshots lickin' by the hour
When Too Short bumped in every supersport
And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast
(chorus)
and they're under attack
Judged by society, always feel trapped
Wu Tang's for the dweebs, but they're feeling kidnapped
Like a mishap with a burlap sack
Head
(for nights, and days we blaze)
Inhale, don't it feel good?
Pass it around so we all could
Be on the same plain, I dwell amongst the clouds
tell i got tree by the fragrance (Tree)
You got blunt, I got weed
We gone blaze it (Weed)
I stay lit like a bic, and they hate it (Lets Go)
I told her,
scrub a dub dub
Looks can be deceiving when its late in the evening
And I'm flying by the seat of my pants
Halfway past sloshed, my windows need to be
me stuck
(And I'm tore back!)
I got five on it
(Partna, let's go half on a sack!)
[Blaze]
Why you treat me so bad?
Grundy makes it happen
Fives
Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a come up,
Won't sleep 'til I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt up,
Hunt up another plot and scheme, gotta make
Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin on a come up
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some
the nine-quat.
Mission: to check a mill and still be real.
Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a come up,
Won't sleep 'til I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
I’m a lover, and a fighter
Gangsta
on the glock-glock,creepin on a come up
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up,
Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a come up,
Won't sleep 'til I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt up,
Hunt up another plot and scheme, gotta make
thugs - Crips and Bloods
(Hell nigg-uh!) All my real niggaz raise it up
Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what?
Blaze it up
[Chorus]
Bitch
Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creeping on a come up
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some
Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin on a come up
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some
West Side baby
West Side born and raised, Imma tell ya what it is
West Side where I blaze, that's how your homie live
West Side to the sky, you
nigga blaze the chronic
Call nine eleven, then call your reverand
Then call heaven, here I come lord
Live by the gun, die by the gun
A eye for
Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs, Crips and Bloods
(Hell nigg-uh!) All my real niggaz raise it up
Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what?
Blaze it up
Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs, Crips and Bloods
(Hell nigg-uh!) All my real niggaz raise it up
Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what?
Blaze it up
Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin on a come up
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some
the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty out
know I size up my sacks with a couple extra grams
D-Loc got a caddy, I got a V-Dub van,
X Daddy rolled a fatty, asked him "What's the plan?"
He took
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