Lyrics:
crapping in your pants a poopy brown sort of mess
Get burnt like umber found floating under
The boardwalk with the lumber Mark Dago, Roo, and Gunnar
It's
play when we come around, no we never stay dry
Come and kick it with the smoke gods and just get to rolling like snake eyes
Roll it up, yeah yeah (Yeah,
Of them has to be small, y’know!
And you’re looking for this moment where
You sit in your BMW after
All the work you’ve done and
All the accolades you get
Lopez, four kids
And I gotta take all they bad ass to ShowBiz?
Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends
I pulled up in the Benz, they all
Lopez, four kids
And I gotta take all they bad ass to ShowBiz?
Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends
I pulled up in the Benz, they all
deep in a ditch
Hope you die, choke n cry, hoe you lie, you don’t even try
Whole new guy, see my eyes? Fire burnin deep inside
Heard you moved on, nope
Snitches can't speak my name till they get winded
Can't you tell there's been a switch made?
Now fellas decide that they wanna run and tell like in
to eye
Sellin' weed it don't matter, 'longs i get 'em high
A is for the anna, there's a nigga chest
We ain't got no love, so I dare you to come in
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
They
Told us Dr king was
Assassinated when in fact
He survived the shot that was fired not by
James Earl Ray, but by
Memphis Police officer
Frank
I want to be surrounded by clouds and
The fiery flames to lighten the pounds
Bitch
Bud smoke is like a killer
Keeping that grass up in they chest
of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
It's always keep your back to the sun
And he can almost feel the weight
thinking they low
Then they ask police shit like what you getting em for
He shot it right in his arm he Earl Manigault
I could get 500 off a twenty-eight
Bitch you’re rude
I’m just sayin’
Don’t like your attitude
Aye!
It be them lies that belongs in your eyes
Now you askin’ why, why
While im passin’ by
your eyes how they spark with a flare
They be shining in the night
Girl you know you shining bright
I be feeding off your light
Said I smoke too much so
the dog-end of a day gone by
Stub out the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Don't let the smoke get in your eyes
Well the drunk outside the Wendy
Is becoming
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
back
Solar eclipse in your eyes
I wanna see your hips and your thighs
You know I'm just living my life
I don't think I'm living it right
Like Keemstar,
just gaze into your eyes
Tell me would it be alright if I pulled up in the middle of the night
To take you anywhere you'd like
So we can vibe
Smoke some
the fuckin’ jersey
With the number 30 and a name like Curry
Hoopin’ in a sweatshirt like it’s getting Earl-y
Then he’ll wipe the floor with ya like it’s fuckin’
ain’t any smoke we gon’ duck nah
Said you got a bag, why you front yeah
We be kicking in your door no punt yeah
Choppa cook him up cook him up yeah
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
Neighborhoods Finest, elevating you
This ain't a massacre, this a smoke sesh
Fill your lungs now, let them decompress
Weed is too loud, but imma finish it
This
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