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Snoop
Cruis mit Gin und Juice durchs Ghetto
Mach mal Bluetooth wieder an
Und schon cruisen wir wieder man
Hört uns husten ab und zu denn das Weed ist

Snoop
Cruis mit Gin und Juice durchs Ghetto
Mach mal Bluetooth wieder an
Und schon cruisen wir wieder man
Hört uns husten ab und zu denn das Weed ist

me up and you know that I'ma slide by
She thought she a starter, so I pushed her to the sideline
Doin' the impossible, I'm feelin' like I'm Kim
Back

zu Snoop
Cruis mit Gin und Juice durchs Ghetto
Mach mal Bluetooth wieder an
Und schon cruisen wir wieder man
Hört uns husten ab und zu denn das Weed

or less like a drainage man I'm
Flushed sewer drainage matter yeah
But it don't matter coz I came up here to get fucked up
By kush and liquor so roll

me riding in a Bugatti
Bitch I'm the shit watch me sit on the potty
Eyes on me when I walk in the party
Rollin my weed and I'm sipping bacardi
And she

Ain't being talked down by
Some goofy-ass has-been
If you had the recipe
Then you would really have it then
Hate my movements
But you could never do it

elite you can tell by the cars
Got the Tims on I'm two under par
Mix the gin with the juice at the bar
Then the kush got me landing on mars

My neighbors

trust i can tell 
any ways I'm back to scale
as this weed i inhale 
site back in the trap for a fact not an act 
stack or starve the way i learned was

Kilamiti gbedu
Kilamiti yo, wyne fi mi ye ice water
Jam it, kilamiti 
Drop it drop it drop it smoke smoke weed and mind your business
Na why na why na why na

promise, followed the signs, acting all dauntless
Smoking on weed to keep me honest now
Tell me the truth, if you were the gin
Could I be the tonic? Mixing

pinnacalized

vodka and gin, joint igniting the night

mount everest mission impossible; climb higher

vault full of shine

the body and mind are combined

got dank stanzas
Drawer by drawer they get pantless
I breathe gin and set standards
Don't see skin but a blank canvas
Let it sink in like fine needles

weed to the face gotta get high
Tokin I can't breathe that's How I get by
Musics what I need when your no where to be found
You can tell it's me when you

Cause you don't know what's bound to happen cause this event's gon be like GOD DAMN
Bubby soda by the window sill you just got drunk so Netflix and chill

discouraging problems on ten
Pass me the hen nigga pass me the gin
I'm drowning again feeling like
This shit will not end
Can't phone no friends
Where to begin

Cadillacs & Chevys

Jarren Benton

My Grandma's Basement

2013

Still leave these sucka ass niggas in hearses
By the way, I finally sucked my own dick
Leggo!

Snap

Live from my grand-mama's basement
Camp Crystal Lake,

stuck 
Cause I just did pot (What?)
Nigga like 3 of them (Huh?)
Brownies, all had weed them
They tasted good
Yeah I put my feet in it
Plus I had

the drugs he collects the bucks
We got peter, Peter with the magic crystals
And a lil bit of weed right under his balls
DJ Fabs, motherfucker stuck with grass

appalling
I grew weeds
In my feet now I'm sprawling
Amongst trees
Where I sleep, no sawing
I drank a liter of gin
Now I'm yawning
Bitch I'll pee in your mouth

Summer days burn like a swallow of gin
Junkies out begging for a dollar again
Mounted up Chevys come from under the shed 
Then float around town with

to know bout me that creativity won’t crash
When we recording that track, you know Bacardi by the glass
Contraband be in the stash, Oh lil mama got some ass

fuck with me)
Or fuck with C (You're fuckin' with we?)
I'm fuckin' with weed (We fuckin' with trees?)
Oh, shit fam, it's about to be lit
Oh, shit fam,

into your zone
I put a tracker inside of your phone so you internet talking but I'm at your home
Bottle of henny a bottle of gin
Skirt off in the whip