Lyrics:
the sticky runs out
Gotta roll to the hood for a stress sack
Gotta get that blaze on still, gotta keep them wig-splittin' back
Bump these hardest tracks,
Expansive six-room mansion taken by the government
Making Manson moves big guns I'm loving it
Suckers hit I'm dubbin it
Clubber lang clubbing it
the wrong path, like you lead by a blind man
What you know about this life? Grindin' all day and night
Pour a deuce in a Sprite, got a doob, need a light
do?
Ohhh
Oooo
Yeah, oooh
I miss the sweetest sounds you made
When we made love, oooo
When I got that sack
I should've gave yo ass a dub
Ooo I shouldn't
I come through with two packs
Of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin' sack won't collapse
Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the x-rays
I come through with two packs
Of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin' sack won't collapse
Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the x-rays
In the roll like two sacks
Dub essential when my homey came up
On the same drug for layin up they holla who that
Double check, just a couple
cause I'm down to blaze a sack
I said (inhale, exhale),
Kottonmouth hit so I said, "that's swell"
Pass a tweak to the left, party buzz's set in
I need
hangin' from my ear lobes
a sack filled up with slashed out pussy holes
we roll
*All*
Dark Lotus
*Marz*
that increase the control
powerful forces creepin'
I’m gone blaze
I’m on that pack
That slap
That smack
That that
Real potent
Don’t see no seeds
Got a bad bitch on my lap
She gone roll out the sack
on the spot
bringin much static on the block
half sacks 'cause money makin is the magic of them rocks
try to make em uncock the glock with the weapon
She my dancing balarina
Pussy nice and it's sweeter
Pouring bubbly by the litter
She fucken' with a real one cause she know that I don't need her
of my cup
Stupid stuff but all my cudees blaze wit me
And when they blaze young lay get's way dizzy
I'm feeling tipsey so you know I'm feeling perk
Walk
the damn page on the rad stage in a bad blaze hot
daze hot waves rage whuaaaa""
Verse 2:
I'm dropping out the trailer park
I made you watch the pain I
Ja, ich sag'
Die Geschichte geht "Es war einmal "
Klein-Jan, Klein-Dennis und ein Basketball
Vierzehn Jahre alt und ein Haar am Sack
Aber die größten
brain
Chill blood in my veins
Still change day by day
But I do it my own way
So, quit goin down a one way
There paved multiple lanes
Stay the same (dub
shades cover my face...
Roll up and blaze a blunt to the face...
Niggas they hate I come in with grace...
Like puffy I'm paid but feeling like Mase...
I
phone
I told her to leave me alone, got real ones in my zone
Surrounded by niggas with dreams, we kings here
Aye, I'm chasing my dreams yeah!
[Hook]
the ghetto
Slangin' dub sacks
And I duck when they fly by
'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by
Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
Ya
double dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by
flight Monday
Still in the air in the airplane, hit the runway
Smokin' on that picante, shit be the cross country
Dub sack in one day, OJ and the Bombay
flight Monday
Still in the air in the airplane, hit the runway
Smokin' on that picante, shit be the cross country
Dub sack in one day, OJ and the Bombay
leaders who take ya diva
Trained to beat ya
From navy seals who blaze with fevers
Greatly need to break you teachers
Who just plainly deceived us, nigga
stop, yeh
Up late up early
Take a nap at 12:30
Night owl early bird
Get the worm and blaze it early
Hit record at 3:30
Late prowl get the work in
All by
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