tryin to get whipped Straightening combs, I think Hair is all over the sink Tampons in the garbage can The house is hot Rent no fan Air condition is doomed With blunt
keeps it real thats the deal Headbuttin motherfuckers like Evander Holyfield I makes a full course dinner Out of roadkill Pops some pills Smoke some sherms Drunk as fuck Rollin up a blunt
this nigga got to eat (I'm hungry) So I'm a handle my bussiness on these triflin' streets My rifle keeps My mind at ease at all times Along with a blunt
poppy seed A slanted and enchanted nigga named Young Bleed party on in the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and days Trippin off these blunts
got a star, they pause and they react quick I'm immune to the hot shit, nevertheless Shitty-sha(? ? ) just beware of where the hat fit Yo pimp where the plastic
-doggin yo grill with my chrome tap in yo phones at home leave yo kids all alone they gone,smoke them from them blunts and leaves nobody wanna fuck with
the flow lovely My pants hang low while I'm dancin', sippin' the bubbly Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese Rollin' two Phillies together make blunts
8 never jam if I gotta blam blam! If you not a regular, I'm taxin' you like Uncle Sam Rubber gloves, blue magic and some Downy sheets Plenty plastic wrap
annoying Everywhere I turn a black life is destroyed And times is getting tough gotta sign for unemployment Walkin' round the town all 'noid and bent Out of posture from sixteen blunts
got tatted up That's when my punk-ass enemies got gatted up With the 9mm hittin, spittin in the darkness So pass me a light, so I can spark this Blunt
stomp hoe, totin my pis-tal Up and down them side streets up in my vehi-cal Calli still, rally's fell, french quarters at night Smoke blunts, get the
legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic Super bad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic
the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic
lil' ass kicked Niggaz laughed 'til the first motherfucker got blasted I put the nigga in his casket An' now they coverin' the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts
Stuffy nose cause I'm sick with the heata A fifth that'll lean ya, Christopher Reeve ya Yall get sticked in the freeza Body wrapped up in the plastic
ill mater of my family nigga you ain't shit, im the lyrical lord ask whats up nigga, two plus four cause when i catch you im gonna bust your dick roll up a blunt
Yeah My girl get in at 1:15 AM The guitar's cryin' right now Just a couple things goin' on in my life, you know Brim leanin', cup tilted, blunt flickin
it's do or die Just ask Wizzy, he on fire We off of that white boy high Shot for a shot, eye for an eye Bounce it in, man, we sly Plastic table, love