Lyrics:
The devil went to Jamaica, he was lookin' to sell some weed,
he was doin' fine, they were standin' in line,
it was excellent weed indeed.
When he
Ridin with the windows down
rollin through the city
got the weed goin round
with the most dope with me
simply gettin high like its 1969
imma be
weed in my drawer
Got them bomb seeds in my garden
Valley Girl, Dolly Parton
If that shit don’t be poppin’
Got them dope fiends in Compton
Got my niggas
Driven by the way that I be livin'
Everything I got 'em giving
Why you think they can't do it like me? Uh
I'ma get high
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Break it down,
Cause I Don't Roll We Doubt
Get Gal By My Side
Colombian And The Guyanese
Always Have Dem Round Me that's How I Ride
Jamaican And The Japanese
When We
weed to me
I only smoke 'em 'til probation's over
I'm goin' through her phone so I can find some closure
These McQueens like my lucky shoes
Me
man, went from that to makin a livin
Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin
And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed
It's the new way,
bringin bitches by my place
Jack me off and suck my dick and let me skeet off in her (faaaace~!)
Blackberry start to buzzin, guess her husband askin
to the Bay
Bring the hook in by the way
[Chorus]
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In
a knife fight bitch couldn't cut it
Young fresh nigga, I'm grey pouponin'
Why so sick by the time, might vomit
If I ain't the fliest then
I ain't far from
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court
(Man fuck
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
an attitude
The disco light's obscene
The crowd is sometimes rude
Welcome to Club XIII
Tonight we're gonna be entertained
By our favorite Foghat cover
danced lapel, punctuated by her
Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching
Gizzard soft as a mane of needles
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged
By
Party by my lonely see no one else
Came into this world by myself
I ain't got no heart it wasn't good for my health
Gs stay silent I'm just focused
Party all day ain't just an answer
You must get your ass up
Ain't by smoking all day that you'll get your answer
Neither by drinking up sum fucking
it up can't get em' off me
I had to trap by my lonely
Wonder why niggas so phony
And all these bitches exhausting
Swear I had to get right
(Swear I had
the bitch
I told that girl to shut the hell up she like my aggressiveness
I started rapping just for fun i did this by an accident
Did this by an accident
I
mind
Everyday I'm smoking weed to get me fine
Fuck the humanity, I'll go suicide
Meet me by the trees tonight (by the trees tonight)
(ya, ey) One day
I been smoking just to get high get high
I been popping pills to get by get by
All this Hennessy for the pain the pain
All the games you play
I ain't
Since I was seven
I had dreams of goin' to heaven
Eyes to the skies by eight I realized
It was too late, 'cause
By the time I turned eleven
I was
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