Lyrics:
Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a come up,
Won't sleep 'til I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt up,
Hunt up another plot and scheme, gotta make
Where my niggas at it's play it raw time baby
Load up the guns guerrilla war time baby
Light up the blunts light up the block time dawg
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Its 3:45 she pulled up to my house
Grabbed my strap, got the door
With a blunt in my mouth
Say I'm bout to put the smack down
But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold
Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold
Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled
Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin on a come up
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some
up and it's goin' down
Light another blunt and it's goin' round
Puff, puff pass you can toast yo glass
Later we'll screw and slow it up
If you
The Blunt Right
We Tell Em Puff, Puff Pass Wit Yo Punk Ass
I Said Puff, Puff, Pass Wit Yo Punk Ass
[Hook:]
I Smell That Sticky Icky
Who Got That
Hey Lil? Jon, know we tell these boys
When they campin' out with the blunt, right?
We tell ?em puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff,
down, light another blunt, and it's goin' round,
Puff puff pass you can toast cho glass, later will screw and slow it up,
If you make it fast, I can
How unfortunate this person has forced us to be blunt
No we wouldn't mind seeing her at Harrod's
But behind the jewelry counter, not in front
Could
damn, it's a trick
Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip
Now he's straight Crip, or Blood
Now ya sag, you use the blunt
Now ya known
and up North
If y'all respect mines then I will respect yours
From the crypts to blunts to latinos
I'm down with any nigga that's down for
cribs
Smokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony, barbecuin ribs
The more scrilla, the merrier
I represent the Ya area
I walk from Foothill
the nigga arm off
Rat-tat-tat tat-tat-tat then we bailed out
Got away clean smoking blunts in the house
I can't trip cause you reap what you saw man
the world
Check how a forty and a blunt can take a nigga girl
Like E.F. hunting, don't say nothin', I'm haunting
On the microphone, its the eve
fell, French Quarters at night
Smoke blunts, get the money, and make shit right
We're smokin weed pipe, niggas stuff it and roll
Just some fools
Girl I'm a No Limit pimp
Got the ones you least expect supportin me for the length
I pass crunch like blunts, treat your man good like a wench
High
from pools of this skunk blunt
Two things I smoke away, that's why many murders in one
When I left em like clothes, retaliation was mine
and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
Hangin' with
of these hoes got it
Ain't no love, you see how the Feds do us
want to eat like rust and some for tear Lucas
Haul that blunt to a nigga share mucas
scummy in the back
Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks
and it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed"
Cause I been feelin like
Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creeping on a come up
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some
tears
And through the course of that, I lost four pairs
That's why I smoke more blunts, drink more beers
You never consider it, like you just don't care
a blunt (Blaze it up)
That's your bitch (On these nuts)
Really I don't (Give a fuck)
All I really know your hoe wants to be with me and she ain't
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