Lyrics:
show him
we're not to be trifled with.
REG
Also, we're demanding a ten foot mahogany statue of the Emperor Julius
Caesar with his cock hanging out
It's on
You in the calm before the storm
My verbal sword
Split ya gourd
Mental shrouds they get torn
It's on
You in the calm before the storm
My
crutch
Didn’t his momma tell him
That it’s rude to point
Ah give me your hand
We’re gonna raze this joint
Stoned love
Stoned Love
Stoned love
All you ever
[Tek]
Blaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot
Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids glock
Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team
Twistin up
Blaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot
Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids glock
Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team
Twistin' up buds,
going home
And it stoned me
We sang a song as we walked along
We were getting dry
We saw the man from across the road
With the sunshine in his eye
Half a mile out from county fair
When the rain came pourin' down
Me and Billy standin' there
With a silver cap and crown
Hands full of fishin' poles
we listen to
That's what we listen to, that's what we listen to
I wanna hang out with you and get real stoned
I'm stoned, I'm just chillin
All alone,
We have waited for the good one the only one who'll spend his life standing by our side
We have waited had a good time but love's a hoax and our
Pumpkin Cowboy
Well it ain't no bluff that life is tough
For a gourd out on the range
But for all the woes in the life he chose
He's never seemed to change
I miss getting high just to get high
I remember 22 I was cutting loose
Jamming out to The Gourds doing Gin and Juice
With the girl with the ass
way past the red line
Out here everyday ducking fed time
Grinding real late fuck a bedtime
And a nigga stay with them redeyes
Stoned
Gliderz
Rolling
We
a mess as the day progresses
Angry and take it out on the neighbor's hedges
Like this is how I'll cut your face up
With these hedge-trimming scissors
the stress
I make a mess as the day progresses
Angry and take it out on the neighbor's hedges
Like this is how I'll cut your face up bitches
With these
track roars
I’m beginning to feel like a rap gourd
Rap gourd
Whether slacking your post or
You're cracking a joke
You're average at most
And your
don't know what he's gon do with his time
I've been stuck in my head
I've been looking instead
To the nightlife to convince me to get out of my bed
Cuz my
She gonna love him, stoned out of mind all the time
She gonna keep him, stoned out of his mind all the time
She don't see nothing
She just has
Kelly track
ScHoolboy Q out here having every H capped
And yet you just have a problem with 6LACK?
"50 Cent just can't rap"
Say that to his face and get
Rock):
Why do you drink?
(To get drunk)
Why do you roll smoke?
(To get stoned)
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
(To be like you)
If I'm down
Larry: Hey gang. Normally this would be the time when the narrator
would come out and say, "And now it's time for Silly Songs with Larry,
the part
Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay,
Roll 'em up and twist 'em up a high tuckahaw
And twist 'em up a tune called Turkey in the Straw.
Went out
I'm ready to go man I been ready to go
(lalalalalala)
Smoking out the zipper slipping on my grind
See a nigga slipping stoned out my mind
Tell me
Ruth built is filled with the smoke and cries
Of fifty thousand screaming heads all stoned out of their minds.
And they play the national anthem
Doesn't matter won't stop, no
Got his bitch giving me top, tho
Always took the longer road
Fuck it might crash the Tahoe
I'm sorry ma I was kinda stoned
I'm
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