Lyrics:
crafty
Sack pusher, yeah, baby, I'm a heartbreaker
All that rap cap sound good, but they pump fakin'
Risk takin', where it's at? Know your spot got
Whip a bird at nine
By noon I had a eighth left
Niggas hit my jack ain't no weight left
I came a long way from
Them days in the gutter
Making them
the pro, flowin without question, recollectin'
On shit I did in the past, blaze and get Cash like Johnny
Need me? In the back wit the fat sack of chronic
caught Pinocchio by his nose,
but he wriggled away and ran back home.
There was no one at home because Geppetto was still out looking for him.
Suddenly
hearts and eyes on a silent night
By a violent light
River river river yes I get a shittier knife
Got fucker sorted I'm busy smokin' on this sack
I might
the dope and hit the block
And let it sack up
Thug is like a master
I do it in dutch
And like a bitch bent over
Nigga I do it and fuck
And I be lovin
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
or when we smoke dope
We drop that shit for you kin folk
And poor folks no joke, loc loc
Blaze a sack loc, bust a back stroke
And pop ya motherfuckin'
All I hear is let me hold something
All I hear is let me smoke something
Broke niggas coming by the dozen
And broke bitches
Might as well double it
the vapour flavours
Cops wanna Raid my pad, drive by smelling the late night dabs
Its that or the fact that ive never ever paid my tax
LAID BACK let me blaze
raise it up
Nuttin' but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what? Blaze it up
Take it easy
'Cuz it's the motherfuckin' knoc
Hotter than yo' block fulla
to your spot, two Glocks in the pump
Nigga fuck what you need
Imma give you what you want, how it gotta be
Me in the dub late night by the robbery
(by
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
complaining tell em get up off my sack
Been and felt too many things
Tonight im gettin unattached
Cus we going all the way up
Up yea
See me having fun and they
a fuck
Gotta keep my peoples straight
So Everyday we double up
On the grind
Kick flipping bucks
Keep the blue
And spend a dub
Ain't a nigga in my way
B/c
Blunts, Fat Sacks
Hit It Fast, Make It Last
First Class, We Blaze...
Shit's all finger licking good when you rollin through the hood
Twistin Lincoln Logs
this biatch
(beats by the pound)
Y'all know what time it is (DPG)
What y'all thought? I wasn't gonna be on?
(get rowdy rowdy, rowdy rowdy, what?)
Here
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
when the girls go by is,
Why am I so fly
I don't know, but uh
[Chorus: x2]
I go by the name of Bow Weezy and,
All the other lil'homies be easy
off the roster
Starting lineup, Iron Lung (and Funk Doctor)
Johnny Blaze the Ghostrider (uh)
Ghost stories by the campfire (uh) We night breed
Snoop Doggy, I got a fat dub
Sack of the chronic in my back pocket, loc
Need myself a lighter so I can take a smoke
I toke everyday, I loc everyday
Snoop Doggy, I got a fat dub
Sack of the chronic in my back pocket, loc
Need myself a lighter so I can take a smoke
I toke everyday, I loc everyday
Tell em look outside I'm sliding baby sliding baby
She like Swain you know you drive me crazy drive me crazy
By the box that's how I'm buying lately
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