Lyrics:
myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.
I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me
By placing me in the projects, I'm
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin' through your rearview
You ain't knowin' what we mean by starin' through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin'
One thing we all got is Time
Im so far Im out my Mind
Smoke a lil, Sip a lil
How we Unwind
This just what we do to
Get by Aye
One thing we all
revolver would solve them
Stayed up in the projects, stayed breakin' bitches necks
Stayed up in the club, fresh to death, in the gucci set
He was tryna get
he's all water (cash)
matter a fact, call him the king
the way he breaks down the defense, like he's got the ball on a string
and he will blow by you
crime
I'm sayin', imagine you go ahead on a lick and you run in the bank and get shot
I'm sayin', you runnin' out the bank and get caught by the police
high
Brand new batch of za bae let's go smoke and lay up
Roll up all my problems bout to smoke this day up
Don't ask me why I get so high I'm trynna stay
business
Yeah, I'm in position niggas dyin' to get in
You wouldn't know what to do with it if I let you get it (hahahaha)
Every time I drop a project, I
He want the smoke
Gra gra
We get it popping like 4th of July
Pussy get hit with this
Fye fye
I'm not in the mood
He get sent to the sky
I put my
as kites, what a rush, they just fly by
And you can’t fuck with us, homie, why try?
Verse 1:
Bad bitch, where you at? Come and smoke sum
You can bring your
don't die, we don't die
I'm bout my paper, my paper
Important people on my pager
I might not drink Alize
But I'll smoke you under the table
Don't
the projects,
To livin' large niggas.
It take one hell of a combination, to get what we got,
We soldiers on a mission, and you can't stop us!!!
[Chorus]
the projects,
To livin' large niggas.
It take one hell of a combination, to get what we got,
We soldiers on a mission, and you can't stop us!!!
[Chorus]
the problem throwing money to the drug trade?
The world is run by dirty corporations anyway
So smoke your shit and do your deals and carry on I guess
From
shelf smoke
Pocket full of money with no place to go
It's the weekend Destination unknown
My girl thank I'm out here doing wrong
I crank up i and get gone
Resurrected by the shadowy intellect, infected
I've been rejected, disconnected, you don't even expect it
My soul is reckless the bullshit that you project
surprised too when the cops coming don't
Say nun that's what the wise do when I'm high off the Mary J I can oblige you my
Eyes get low and then I'm good
on time
Smoke that loud
Bring that energy I want that now
Get the praises to the Most High now
Pass me the blunt I'm about to get high now
I still roll with
we here to stay
Let me hear you say
Let me hear you say
When we smoke we get so high
Floating through this space and time
I just want to stay inside
rollers
yeah
High Rollers
High High Rollers
Catch me on the Go
All you see is smoke
Hermes on the floor
Stainless by the door
Everywhere I go I see the same
them woods
Real real high you don't smoke? Don't hit that
Said let me try now he geeked like big shaq
Boy goodnight, he asleep thats big facts
Gimme
moving selfish, stingy
All that petty shit it had to go
I'm pitching, Pat Sandoval (The Angels)
Dwelling on the times
Took them drugs to get me high
Real fein, you tryin' to boost your high with a Black and Mild
I know bro would never steal from me, I could leave racks around
When you said you hit
get cake
You better get dough, ho you know I taught you better
Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a love letter
Came up off Ball
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