Lyrics:
to hazy brown?
When love is put to the test, it somehow weeds out the worse from best
Or maybe the best will pass you by, 'cause we're just
Sitting
to hazy brown?
When love is put to the test, it somehow weeds out the worse from best
Or maybe the best will pass you by, 'cause we're just
Sitting
yeah
Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me)
Get your ice, get your cups, 'cause we 'bout to get fucked in here
You heard
a little weed and we get a little high
And I'm looking in her eyes and I'm loving her vibe
Told me back in 95 she fell in love with the tribe
boo back in
had a plan B
Say you wanna sit by me
When you wanna hang all week
She just put her bitch on me
And they cryin' with me
Maybe some' smoke weed
I be
along
My weed bag empty, bottle at its last drop
I'm feeling like this could be my last shot
But many more songs to make, cousin
So why the fuck you
and round
(These are the days of our lives)
But I wish it would stop and let me off right now
(These are the things we must go through day by day)
We
Maybe some methazine
Definitely some marijuana
I’m extra key trust my pill clapper
No medaine, no no oxycontin
This purple weed, shrimp and lobster
A wall of bullets comin' from
Ak's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck"
That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch
Aw man, God damn, all hell broke
place for me
That never rains in the sun and everybody got love
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle
all the ice cubes on this wristwear in the big body
Live by the gun, get bodied or it's hella time in that cell
It was hella times where I failed,
midgeon tooky
to my dudes in the pen[itenciary] to my youngsters in groovy
ice cubes on my neck pack a mac10 uzzy
only pussy vertical high like AMG
cause
At any, chance you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars
(Watch me) You see me around some cheese
(Watch me) See me with
fucking toe off
Ice Cube baby, make you take him serious
Everthin' I say, ends with a period
Everthin' I do, ends with you curious
Lookin' for the best
the owner
Hit this gin make things move slower
I'm never sober
Roll some weed our eyes gets lower
I'm in my old school
Ride it sound just like a newer
bein' broke niggas just ain't makin' it
So we do what we can to survive Even if it means takin' these white motherfuckers lives
But now I turn the gun
Here's another day at the stoplight
I'm looking in my mirror so I can see who can see me
South Central is putting Ice Cube to the test
With four
as the street lights
G-Unit nigga
{*random shout outs*}
(50 cent and G-Unit)
We can't get Money selling weed...WE GON SELL COKE
Ain't no money sellin'
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party,
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out!
La la la la la (fuck that, nigga)
We don't give a fuck
Ayy y'all niggas ain't fucking with us, nigga
Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you with a cube if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
pork on the fork, but it's white in the pot
We chargin' you niggas up if you like it or not
Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot
Then
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