Lyrics:
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
eye
Stay high
So fly
Give thanks all to the Most High
Nothing says success
Like free
On a Tuesday
By three PM
Everyday I Waka for the streets
I dey look
Thing Going Through The Winter Up Here Man
A Lot Of Girls Y'know, Wanna Get Close. You Might Think They The One
But Just Wait, Nah Mean, Take It Slow
what's greater?
She lick it up, she roll it up, she light it up
She lit it up, she lit as fuck
She lit me up, she rollin' up. She pullin' up
We treat her
I wake up I count up I roll something up
Pour me a cup I'm addicted to mudd
Niggas be hatin I don't give a fuck
When it come to the check yea I
to greatness
Basically you fakers think fugazi is a fragrance
You a cartoon, my possee's full of goons
Get your whole platoon blowed up like balloons
I let you
Get introduced to this leaf in my splisiff
No stems, no seeds, no stissicks
The ultimate, experience like jimmy hendrix
I like to roll up, cowboy
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with oil--lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
Well it was Friday in the P.M.
And just like every weekend
I was ready to throw down
Yeah, I get a little tore up
So I call my bros up to meet me
to roll up, cowboy tradition
Or burn a Peace Pipe, and Cythe like the Injins
Or burn a big spliff, Bob Marley style
Buffalo Soldier, Rosta Farey style
roll it, light it up
Crush it, lick it, spark it up
Load it, pack it, take a puff (take puff, take a puff)
If I wasn't sparking blunts, I'd be sparking
sexy hooked up by Becky true to the dice not new to the dice sexy
Dropped me off 456 Ci Lo Blvd. right after she blew on the dice.
123rd
Adrenaline rush, no charlie
Calm myself by smoking bob marley
I'm a chilled out guy...
But I can understand why you would think I'm barmy
I'm tryna be done
First and foremost, I get more dough Twist a nigga up like a corn roll
If you my brother, you could get a slice of this pizza like DiGiorno
If we
the flavor with the because it pays
It's written by the groceries, or should I say the veggies
Come over here fair maiden, allow me to pull the wedgie
from
call us hotheads? I'd
Say we're dead shots
No, you won't get far when
You're held up by Deadlock
Everybody needs a family - mine
Is ride or die even when
I grew up hard, you know what I mean
Off to school, no lunch routine
Everyday we keep it clean
Flag, what, you know what I mean
Back in them hills,
On top of the beds
It's 2pm
With the gang
Making plans
So we call a couple girls from tama
30 Min went by
They pull up with the snacks
And a hookah
10
I'm sippin' on bubbly till I lose my head
You got a grip on my life when you movin like that
Wake up I roll up But I aint mean bed
Papers they burn
Step off the plane, red dust on white Nike
I don't take calls from my ex anymore
I don't write scripts, Spike Lee, no film roll
Come from
hit list
I speed it up, boy you reckless, time's up, oh you guessed it
Raised up in this dungeon rap, I slice these rappers by the dozen
Got the bundle
then you know it's us
S.U.C. and the Drank Baby, if it ain't Screwed up it
Ain't slow enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind
the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up
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