Lyrics:
boss shit,
Most niggas lame, no running game, just makin' plays,
Smoke Mary J., all seven days,
Pay green for green now that's fair exchange,
Just livin'
to name women after produce
And that was the first Road Rules without toll booths
Even when Adam and Eve sat by the weed tree
I told Eve, "Please don't
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja,
is fucking dead
Bullets everywhere, fucking red
I need the meat to be complete
Give me the fucking bread
We smoke to get high
Shoot guns dust and lead
a nigga bush claim it's just Reggie
OG in my system got a nigga feeling heavy
Roll another one nigga I’m ready
Smoke it by the pack
Sell it for a stack
Hit
jusqu'à l'infini
J'traverse les ères comme Jordan VI et Tacchini
J'met des crampes tah CR7 à Platini
Ça sonne comme un putain de drive-By sur Compton
away
chemically changed some type of metamorphosis
clinically insane weeds smoke pouring out my orifices
I've spent all this time
trying to find a way
a knife, fool
You're just a parasite like the Eiffel
Stifle yourself like Edith or get played
Like a Paul Reed Smith, you and them cats you smoke weed
get low on the sac
If a nigga wanna come and smoke hit me up
Kentucky James smoke weed like everyday
Blunts bowls bongs mask or a hookah mane it don't
recommend the Lava Cake
It's time to get lifted
Hands up in the sky
If you gonn smoke weed till you die
It's time to get lifted
Got a stripper on my side
She
death on halloween
Like a hollow tip, smoke somethin mean
Built the mic, an the drink one for you an one for me
And call me Superflex, 'cause like that
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V
Ain't none of that shit better than
A B G (Yae)
Hustle, making money on the go
I'm the young D boy by
said
Stood by, gave me flour when I was low on bread
Weed smoke to the head, got us in a trance
Come with me if you want to live, baby hold my hand
even talk (bitch)
Nickatina is like simon says
Dips in his whip like simon says
Make some chips like simon says
Smoke a lil weed in the back with
[NAS]
In my darkest days lighting up the rightous smoke
Cause I'm dealing with this thug life crisis and can't cope
Niggas on my dick beef don't
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
[NAS]
In my darkest days lighting up the rightous smoke
Cause I'm dealing with this thug life crisis and can't cope
Niggas on my dick beef don't
the high fresh off the blunt
Feel like the one
Feel alive when you smellin' the smoke you die by the gun
Like fuck it 'cause you only live once
We been
shawty want a face to face, we can talk but it's no date
I got real ones by my side just to make sure there's no mistakes
Shouts out Spacey, Brandon J
They
for one cuz we come together like a deal
We can go to the park
We gon smoke some weed
Let's cruise in the water and view the city
Matter fact let's take
death step near
Maybe we dead by next year, I go all in, I show no fear
Like gun smoke, you disappear Real stories, no theater like Shakespeare
Rapper
Chorus 2x]
I heard dem boyz got plenty dough
I heard dem boyz smoke nothin but drough
I heard dem boyz takin ova ya know
And that's the way dem boyz
places, hated when the jit go freeze
Yo, my bank account tripled, when I doubled at least
Had my nigga like see-style, smoke that weed
Mad fucked up,
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