Lyrics:
the weed
Now she blazed it (uh) but that ain't all she blew (hey, hey)
Hey, I got knocked off on the bar
In my room got knocked off in the car
Uh, gave
niggas disgrace us, they girlfriends want date us
Got different hoes, I'm pimpin' hoes, you could tell by my pay stubs
My niggas getting right, smoking
crazy fat like the breasts upon your chest
To girls I be referrin', cause ducks get the cum sack
Ridin' upon my jock as if I was on a horseback
Ride up
Mix-A-Lot]
Yeah, I'd much rather be behind the mic, then the gat
But the simple fact that my pockets is fat
Means I can't relax, you know what I'm sayin?
Haha
the club and it's 3 AM
With Murph and Jake so drunk I had to lean on them
Disgusted, I snapped myself up, this ain't no fun
I took a girl by the fat girl
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
On a cherry picker
That girls so fat Geoff Capes can't lift her
There's a pot full of squares on the stairs made of glass, made of glass.
I'm traumatised by
doing my thug dizzle
I got a pocket full of money
I'm doing my thug dizzle
Catch me rolling up da weed
I'm doing my thug dizzle
Bitch I'm shining on my
kitchen eating like a fat slob
When she goes to get a Capri Sun
She'll be confused because there won't be none
This one time we smoked an entire 8th of weed
to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
Yeah baby you know what's up
Trying to get this money girl
I'm a take you out to Las Vegas, put you to work
Show you how to get this real money,
Told me that her favorite songs by the city girls
You know me I only hang with the pretty girls
Short girls, tall girls
Big girls, skinny girls
I could
Like a model type
You aint gotta act girl
I know you aint shy
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah girl
I can tell by the look in your eyes
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
to lean on them
Disgusted, I snapped myself up, this ain't no fun
I took a girl by the fat girl and smoke my one
High as can be, back on the scene, what do
her, a pack of that
Righteously she brought it all back to mac
So I'm a do it back to back, got her fat
Bags are packed, posted by the cafeteria
Eatin
about this girl from
the U hot mamasita, she used to always say poppy
U blow my back out like a fat tire
Until she caught me cheating and set my car
us, then you the ones we laughing at
I see your girl, yeah she be looking bad in fact
But I don't wanna hit it really ‘less the ass is fat (No, no)
Then
queen
Right around the way from me
Watering those ghetto trees
We be high just like them weeds
Might be ghetto but you queen to me
That's how it's
not even baby momma heaven or girl from the club
Wait pause no more play I think I need me a sub
She want everything by any means (Including trust)
family or friends
'cause when they die or get hurt my world just feels like it ends
AND some days I feel like I'm not your average girl
'cause while your
I'm Higher Than A Bat
I Like My Jay's Rolled Fat
Smoking On Some Gerald
That's Three Different Weeds
No Stems No Sticks No Fuckin Seeds
Please
We
I do it for money and I do it for fame
If you don't want either than get out of my face
Bitch said she do so I took her to chase
Took the fat stash
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