mean to me Is that the hood die young/ We call it the last days What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops
the floor stay nasty like hallway piss If you here the p spitting it's a deep ass song When I die mama bury me wit street clothes on Cause drama be the
the resident Verbal assasinators and dog is the president First round draft picks from all over the world Get ready to lock and load and let the drama
y'all be cool man I blaze blunts all day get keyed all night Be the one to take flight if the smoke ain't right I'm tight, nicknamed Ike for the drama
your money, and take that palve' off nigga Fuck Tommy 'Figga, I'm off that doe and liquor See I be drillin' in the east side of San Pedro Park I smoke
I make twelve albums All them gold and platinums and I am still clowin' It ain't hard, I used to be a broke nigga Dreamin' about brodes and smoking
this, uh My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily Hit us up with drama, playin' with babies And tryin' to break your player partners Wonder why we blaze weed and steadily smokin
the 10 g belt The only thing I'm concentratin' on is checkin' my mail What the hell? What the fuck do you mean? Your boyfriend is a dope fiend And he smoked
we don't love them hoes, So we gonna smoke an ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while my fuckers bounce to this [Chorus: repeat 2x] Rollin down the street, smokin
affection Almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters And I could have used some warning I was on that porch all morning Smoking
way more qaulified, then them bustas you be dealin with, come and get a hit of this Mama come on and roll with me, Dont worry bout that drama yeah
the last time you're actions got me hot as my last rhyme you're options will either get put out greenwich or as fine fine just aint gon cut it drama
Like a dope fiend, opening up a bottle of dopamine, ..... throat, choked anything, oh and just think how dope it could be, if he smoked anything, oh there
Got to put you in your placement Hide your body in the basement Your boys wonder where your face went Homey we keet those on us Smoke like mufflers
we comin' from the same place Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes How can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care Creep though, weed smoke
' from the same place Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes How can I tell her I'm a playa and I don't even care? [Incomprehensible], weed smoke
hot licks Hot licks [WC] Haters steppin to me, they wanna get some But I'ma dub, yo, yo, you know the outcome Another victory, they can't get wit' me Smoke
surprises When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes You stare into your stereos high Good evenin', this isn't even a weed thing I ain't even smoke