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Scarface Intro:
We finna smoke like it ain't no tomorrow. Devin: I grab a Swisher Sweet and use my fingernail to cut it Gut it, then I dump the droppin' out then stuff it full of coffee And if you don't know by now coffee is kilo In other words weed a fat dime is a pillar Now the buds on the stems are like trees in an orchid Anybody in the room who don't smoke weed is gettin' torch lit By the smoke niggas choke niggas cough and they fart Need to quit it but they still tryin' to hit it too hard It's the... Hook (x2): Sticky green Frosty leaves Oh so sweet I love to blow it Scarface: It seems to be a Misunderstanding' about the cheeba I see sign stating "cannabis will lead ta" But I need a Big fat jilla to get me lit I prefer to smoke the zigzags cause Phillys ain't shit And I done laced it up with the Bombay Formaldehyde Anything with you can mix with the spinach I done tried I done damn near died Till I realized straight dutches If you see me blowin' out smoke you can bet it's the... Hook Devin: Man goin' on I don't see nothin' wrong with a little reefer You got the weed I got the drank nigga just tell me where to meet cha I'm high you high let's try to get higher Here use my lighter set the ass on fire We blowin' like a choir everybody's in line Hoping they can get they fingers on it one more time Because there's nothing but a party over here that's how we do it Live music, plenty bitches, cold beer and oh yeah some... Hook |
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Walk up in the session wit my dick in my hand
Fat sweet in my mouth, 24 ounce can Ain't got no time for all yesterday he say she say Pull out the B-Tape give it to the DJ My eyes are tight and shinin cuz I'm smokin some kill Dont look at me go buy some drinks call up some hoes if u will I see its nothin but a party oh well I guess that I'm the host aint nobody got no more weed its time to smoke Keep that B rollin, you see everybody's holdin they own you know I got to bust at least 2 or 3 before I'm gone But theres always 1 in the crowd rappin loud all in the niggaz mouth for all them bitches and cowards With the East coast flow West coast body language Don't know nothin bout the South tryin to find someone to hang wit Man when you finish flowin, or whatever the fuck you doin Holla at me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n Had to get away needed some time to chill so I bought a 59 and got behind the wheel Scooped up a fat sack of kill I'll be drivin a while takin 2 or 3 pulls every 5 or 6 miles I can't wait to see my road dogs you know how we do it Just like a case of beer piece of cotton through one right through it And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few they be glad to see me Niggaz don't give 'em dick like I do I bust about 2 then they tell they friends then I'm in with my french tickler makin they pussy lips lips grin And there's always one in the crowd Talkin loud found out I fucked her cousin Now she runnin her mouth leavin notes on my windshield I'm a bitch I'm a hoe Early in the mornin bitches knockin at my mamas door Mama please when you finish whatever that you doin who ever that is tell I'm in the bathroom boo boo'n I got a visit from an old friend fresh out the county he said he came up on a lick and he was glad that he found me He had some new niggas wit him full of drink and lookin sweaty Cockin gats back talkin bout, "Come on D man you ready?" It's a house down the street about two doors down they sell weed and they least got 2 whole pounds Man all we gots to do is hit this ride and we cool Let's fuck his wife and take his weed and bust on that fool We can all come up what ever we get we split aint nobody sayin nothin aint nobody seen shit So let's pile up five deep in your 'llac He'll know that it's you, D, and he won't think it's a jack Man you must be smokin crack you dont know who dat is that nigga work for HBD been sellin weed round here for years So whenever you finish plottin, schemin whatever you doin Wait for me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n |
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Verse 1:
Hey motherfucker it's me again yep The one who fucked your sister but quiet is kept Because she burnin' but instead of cussin' out the bitch Just didn't tell her then let her suck the puss up out my dick Gave me some money for gas I hopped out on 59 Smokin' weed (weed) And feelin' fine Dick suckin' laws right behind and they look and they stare But I got on my seat belt so I don't care "How the fuck you doin' today Mr. Officer? If I had the time I wouldn't mind to offer ya A fat dime and a black nine in my shit But no warrants and tight insurance so you can just ride the fuck on bitch" People always gettin' mad at me bein' like this Drankin' alcohol keeps me peein' white piss Parents I'm not tellin' your children to smoke ya see Cause if they just say no it be mo fa me Hook: Scratching "Mo fa me" Verse 2: What did you say your name was? D-E-V-I-N You saw me on the news but the TV be lyin' They got bounty hunters lookin' for me I'm wanted for theft Women claim that I came and got they pussy and left I'm not an old fool from the old school like My Adidas Cause All Day I Drink And Smoke it's like I need it On stage you can boo you can hiss real loud But I'll just pull out my dick and take a piss in the crowd Then I'll smile take a bow put down my mic and I'll leave Get the money from the promoter hope it's enough for some weed Head dead to the back with the VIP status In a room full of Pimps tryin' to find 'em a Gladis Gotta pick one of 'em get one of 'em stick one of 'em quick Cause they niggas might be here they niggas might be talkin' shit They niggas always somewhere they ain't supposed to be Niggas can't keep up with they pussy then it's mo fa me Hook Verse 3: Son said "Daddy I don't wanna go to school Cause the teachers a freak she tittie dance on the coo And all my friends smoke reefer I think it might be cheaper If I buy a couple of pounds and sell 'em ounces and threefers" Cause any way to come up I got to do it ch'all I'm havin' flashbacks I'm about to stash crack in my drawers But fuck the laws They got my brother already they can suck my balls Average nigga have no luck at all But have no other choice but to take up the bet Tryin' the seven or eleven when I come out and pick up a check Gotta get my shit fixed Hit a quick liquid Fringe benefit, like gettin' my dick licked Cause this money runnin' funny gonna break before I'm broke And I can't be wakin' up in the mornin' nothing to smoke So I think I'll smoke half and roll some sweets Well I can't smoke I'm a sell it Hell it's mo fa me Hook |
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| 1:30 |
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Intro:
Devin on the answering machine: What's up? You've reached 7-6-5-0-8-6...ahh well hell you know who you called. So I don't have to tell you that. Bitch what do you want? Nigga what do you need? A rock hard bone? A dime of weed? Whatever it is just leave the message at the tone Or better yet, fuck it you can call me at home At 9-8-8-1 naw I ain't gonna say all dat Just leave a number I'll call ya back Answering machine: You have two messages. (some chickens talking) Verse 1: Bitch what do you want? Nigga what do you need? A rock hard bone? A dime of weed? Whatever it is hoe you can hit him from a phone But if ya don't want nothin' leave him lone he be gone See he's known for smokin' skunk and gettin' drunk without knowin' He through about twenty bitches and hoes and he probably fucked yours But the Dude don't disrespect but then he takes no shit But if your bitch is in his ride then shes gettin' some dick He moves quick real slick never been to the pen or the forum They got stories bout the Dude the kids bragged when they saw him And them laws he don't bomb That nigga just keep dippin' Early in the morning flippin' Coffee sippin' Dont be trippin' on niggas they see him walk in the sto' Get him some cigarettes, cigars and a Colt 4-0 Without payin' walk out that hoe so calm and so cool (Who's that?) Man that's the Dude and he's a God damn fool Hook: Who is it? Not too often seen in public (that's the Dude) Who is it? Smokin' on Sweets while he's gettin' his nuts licked (that's the Dude) Don't come talkin' That nothin' shit Round the Dude Don't play no funny games Don't talk shit no He'll tell you to suck a dick He's the Dude Hey hey here comes the Dude Verse 2: Da da do dap Bla do blap dap Bitches front 'em at the club they gettin' jab slapped He don't cap To him that bring too much attention Keep his eyes open for premeditated lynchin' Countin' inches on his hard dick You might need a yard stick He makes bitches suck it and make them niggas get off it Don't start shit with the Dude You wouldn't want him to finish Cause hoe you know it be on in a minute You need to thank him for ya gal he made her suck a little better He love makin' trash outta another niggas treasure Cause bitches for dude dog, come a dime a dozen Fuck one let one suck his dick then find another He don't debate he concentrate on survivin' He don't like to drive if he's been drinkin' but he'll drink while he's drivin' But he's higher than a fuck, you'll never catch him sober All his women quit him cause they got fucked over But all the pussy he got was pussy he earned He'll fire up a Sweet before you'll fire up yearn Some say he's nice and friendly but the niggas no fool He's so swift he's so smooth he's so calm he's so cool He's the Dude Hook Who is it? Who is it? Bridge: Hey hey hell yeah can't you tell? The Dude been through Hell See the smoke in the air? Shouldn't do the shit he do but see the Dude don't care Empty bottles of beer and empty rubbers everywhere Verse 3: He jam old school music in his low slightly bumpin' Saw him last Tuesday in an old white somethin' Half naked bitch with him with plenty of ass He threw the duces at your boy and continued to pass People spread rumors about him to bring him down But if ya know him like I do you know he don't fuck around And he clowns and he jokes and he smokes and he hangs But don't fuck over the Dude one night he showed me a brain No name I ain't gonna tell you all of his biz He's down to fight for his friends Die for his momma and kids Niggas be placin' they bids tryin' to do like he do Try to be where he's been but they get folded in two He's the Dude Hook |
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Intro:
Devin on the answering machine: What's up? You've reached 7-6-5-0-8-6...ahh well hell you know who you called. So I don't have to tell you that. Bitch what do you want? Nigga what do you need? A rock hard bone? A dime of weed? Whatever it is just leave the message at the tone Or better yet, fuck it you can call me at home At 9-8-8-1 naw I ain't gonna say all dat Just leave a number I'll call ya back Answering machine: You have two messages. (some chickens talking) Verse 1: Bitch what do you want? Nigga what do you need? A rock hard bone? A dime of weed? Whatever it is hoe you can hit him from a phone But if ya don't want nothin' leave him lone he be gone See he's known for smokin' skunk and gettin' drunk without knowin' He through about twenty bitches and hoes and he probably fucked yours But the Dude don't disrespect but then he takes no shit But if your bitch is in his ride then shes gettin' some dick He moves quick real slick never been to the pen or the forum They got stories bout the Dude the kids bragged when they saw him And them laws he don't bomb That nigga just keep dippin' Early in the morning flippin' Coffee sippin' Dont be trippin' on niggas they see him walk in the sto' Get him some cigarettes, cigars and a Colt 4-0 Without payin' walk out that hoe so calm and so cool (Who's that?) Man that's the Dude and he's a God damn fool Hook: Who is it? Not too often seen in public (that's the Dude) Who is it? Smokin' on Sweets while he's gettin' his nuts licked (that's the Dude) Don't come talkin' That nothin' shit Round the Dude Don't play no funny games Don't talk shit no He'll tell you to suck a dick He's the Dude Hey hey here comes the Dude Verse 2: Da da do dap Bla do blap dap Bitches front 'em at the club they gettin' jab slapped He don't cap To him that bring too much attention Keep his eyes open for premeditated lynchin' Countin' inches on his hard dick You might need a yard stick He makes bitches suck it and make them niggas get off it Don't start shit with the Dude You wouldn't want him to finish Cause hoe you know it be on in a minute You need to thank him for ya gal he made her suck a little better He love makin' trash outta another niggas treasure Cause bitches for dude dog, come a dime a dozen Fuck one let one suck his dick then find another He don't debate he concentrate on survivin' He don't like to drive if he's been drinkin' but he'll drink while he's drivin' But he's higher than a fuck, you'll never catch him sober All his women quit him cause they got fucked over But all the pussy he got was pussy he earned He'll fire up a Sweet before you'll fire up yearn Some say he's nice and friendly but the niggas no fool He's so swift he's so smooth he's so calm he's so cool He's the Dude Hook Who is it? Who is it? Bridge: Hey hey hell yeah can't you tell? The Dude been through Hell See the smoke in the air? Shouldn't do the shit he do but see the Dude don't care Empty bottles of beer and empty rubbers everywhere Verse 3: He jam old school music in his low slightly bumpin' Saw him last Tuesday in an old white somethin' Half naked bitch with him with plenty of ass He threw the duces at your boy and continued to pass People spread rumors about him to bring him down But if ya know him like I do you know he don't fuck around And he clowns and he jokes and he smokes and he hangs But don't fuck over the Dude one night he showed me a brain No name I ain't gonna tell you all of his biz He's down to fight for his friends Die for his momma and kids Niggas be placin' they bids tryin' to do like he do Try to be where he's been but they get folded in two He's the Dude Hook |
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I break down the sweets and I roll them hos like 2 by 4's
Fire it up, take a pull and run that ho up through my nose Take a couple mo' and then it goes to my friends When it's gone I start the whole process all over again Every night and day the same thing, brain stays blowed You got some weed to smoke it seems I can't say no But we don't need no water let that motherfucker burn And take two pulls and pass man it's that other brothers turn Cuz you know I love coughee, can't keep the smell off me Nigga this some killa better pull on it softly And don't be babysittin with the weed, man, hit it Cuz the faster you pass it, man, the faster you get it Nah the faster you hit it The faster you fly Pass that sweet to the right And don't keep passin it by Now I cant lie But I love gettin high Sleepy eyes Smoking sweets til the day that I die Don't ask me why I love the essence of your presents Never fall when im ? In the circle mic checkin I use the sweet as my weapon No disrespect But ima pay for the wood Its all good Take another pull Pass that shit cuz im full Can I smoke witcha Yes you can All you gotta do is come And put it in the jugs hand Let the coffee circulate And pass it straight to my brothas Ever posses the sess Nigga we share with eachother You holdint he swet Why you runnin your fuckin mouth Constantly movin your lips Without no smoke comin out Cuz the mic is like a sweet You hit it hard and pass it on So I gotsta make sure That the blow ? is gone Aint nothing better than A fresh bag a weed up in the morn Before im gone Twist that shit up and ? So what you coffee brother need not askin You besta be bout passin I don seen tons of weed turn to ash ? Oxygen 3 for 10 I do it all over again In an effort to leave my skin Now if I cant afford it ima ? All about your ? Highways and better days Illustrate ? Can I smoke witchyall? Hell nah Can i smoke witchyall now? Hell nah I wanna smoke witchyall Hell nah I wanna smoke witchyall now Hell nah You see I smoke weed He smokes weed Im hopin everybody smoke weed I smoke weed (hey how come I cant blow witchyall?) He smoke weed (ima pass the shit man please) Ya no what ima sayin Get me high get me high You see me smoke ganja Sensimillia make you live longer Get me high get me high You see me smoke ganja Sensimillia make me get higher Now im sittin in the studio Higher than fuck Got my homie mac mall And he twistin it up Cant forget bout ? In the place to be In the O to the muthafuckin double D ? muthafuckin ? my homie DEV Spell it out for ? So ? can see Smokin too much Muthafuckin weed in this bitch Finna fire up another spliff ? on the mixin board Cutcha ass up Just like ? And on the mic ? gettin bored And these niggas on the other side Think they gettin high Dippin swisher sweets And lacin up the weed ? Fuck the dumb shit Where you from southside Let it be known That any nigga steppin gettin blown And its cool like that Becuz we rule like that And say fools like that Come to war and bring ya strap Cuz it don't stop And it don't quit Until I say its over wit Fuck the dumb shit Fire up the weed Gimme what I need So I can proceed To hit ya ass up high speed Loose loose and I get loose 1, 2, 3 don't drink no juice No gin and tonic Just gimme the chronic So I can fuck up shit And make these niggas Feel like I was steve Austin The bionic man Smokin gettin high as I can Getting layed out In the studi-udi getting blazed out With the ? nigga ? the mic til it fade out Now hold up Who wanna blow? Hold up Who got the flow Swisher sweet bro let it roll We want your muthafuckin mind to blow (it look like a sweet man Gotta make it last. freestyle let me back it up Damn right Yall mad at me? Let him smoke Yea fuck man ay man im smokin this muthafucka by myself Pass that here I shouldn't have gave yall this muthafucka if yall didn't want me to smoke. get ya muthafuckin ass away from me. aint nobody hittin this shit. You bastard Fuck Charlie brown. don't tell me shit bout no muthafuckin Charlie brown. you shouldn't have passed me this muthafucka. now back that shit up and let me re-take my fuckin ?. the fuck you mean i cant smoke witchyall. hell nah. passin ?. ? me the fuck out. I wouldn't give a fuck. I am not smokin no weed witchyall. fuck yall. Everybody out Smoke smoke too much. the weed is gone. the weed is gone man. the weed is gone Muthafucka! The weed is gone Ay call ya boy lemme get some more weed iight Nigga don't kno how to pass After these messages we'll be right back Ay ? ass muthafcuka) |
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| 5:08 |
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| 4:23 |
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[VERSE 1]
Lord thank you for the food that I'm about to receive May it nourrish my body and keep my mind at ease But as far as my soul I been meanin to holler atcha And I know you been busy with niggas steady tryina catch ya Gotta get somethin off my mind for a while Cause when problems start to pile it gets kinda hard to smile But I - keep my head up And try to hold on until my kids all grown I know one day that could be me lyin there in a hearse So I hope for the best, prepare for the worst Swearin I curse, but really there's no harm done Just havin fun, but there's some who wanna take it and run I left a life of lootin and thievin, and shit Because my friends and my family was leavin me quick It seems everything is happenin without me knowin Tryina stay sane, but mayn, this shit has got me goin [CHORUS] [Randy-Ran:] Goin crazy Feelin like I'm feelin But it's gonna be alright Alright Alright I'm goin crazy Feelin like I'm feelin But it's gonna be alright Alright Alright Alright [VERSE 2] It's hard to keep away from sin, but you know I try And hopefully I get it together before I die Thinkin a drink can ease my pain and tough luck But when I finish, it just leaves me craned and fucked up Call my folks to tell em how I feel Before I get to speak they tell me someone else got killed Slowly but surely they're goin one at a time I wish you could rewind and show em some kind of sign I realize I put my life on the line just bein born Gotta git up, git out, no time to be snorin And just play with the cards I'm dealt And if I lose I won't blame nobody else Cause it's all about survival and the strongest survive But even the strongest won't make it alive Cause death sneaks up from behind without you knowin And just the thought of it has got me goin [CHORUS] [VERSE 3] We are livin on a see-sawer And when we fall it hurts We can't get up from the dirt Like lotto you got a different number picked daily Here one day, and gone the next, this shit crazy Now I gotta work on gettin my brain back together Be ready for whatever, rain and bad weather Had never seen so many dark clouds around A lotta strange looks and smiles turned to frowns Maybe one day it'll all make sense When everybody's chillin on that other side of the fence But for now I just leave it up to the keeper Be thankful for what he gave me, chill out and smoke some reefer Set all my problems aside for a few Before I lose my cool, do somethin I don't wanna do Because I seen frustrations frequently flowin All I need is your strenght to keep me from goin [CHORUS] |
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| 4:39 |
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(Devin Talking (talking low))
(Devin) I know I shouldn't do this, but i can't help it I'm a fiend, lotion and magazines is what I'm left with I step without my pride to the toilet and lace my palm With honey and almond But suddenly the phone rings, and its Kb Pussy just came through, some for him and some for me Hell yeah, I'll be there to help you fuck 'em Get 'em drunk, get 'em high pull they titties out and suck 'em (K.B.) Don't rush 'em We bout to fuck these hoes man no question Just bring your ass on because they already buzzin And lovin, my hospitality I put it down I got a quarter pound of weed and a big thang of crown Shit my dick hard now, just lookin at these bitches With these big soft asses and these nice round titties While you gigglin you best a hurry your ass the fuck I'm bout one second away from cranking this fuck fest up (Chorus) No need for rest haven these hoes Lets, show 'em what they pussy made for Lets me and you lay in these hoes And, show 'em what they pussy made for No need for us saving these hoes Lets, show 'em what they pussy made for Lets leave without payin these hoes And show 'em what they pussy made for (Devin) Man, just let 'em know I'm coming in bout 25 minutes And get they pussy ready cause I'm finna to dive in it I hear 'em talkin loud in the background, hollin Tell 'em don't get too drunk and keep they pussy lips smilin (K.B.) These hoes wildin, but still I got 'em under control Impatiently waitin for some dick thats swole And just some horny ass bitches that love to fuck Tellin me how they suck dick and swallow the nutt (they gobble it up) I thought I told you about one of them hoes I put my foot inside her pussy and took it out and suck my toes Yo, don't forget to stop and get some fuckin duncoms, condoms Forget them nigga we got a problem (Devin) That ain't no problem man, you know we must cover our bones Zoom zoom bust in the room get bout two and I'm gone And as soon as I get there I'm gonna spit some game to her Get the pussy so quick you think I already knew her (Chorus) (K.B.) Finally, at last Devin showed up And the first thing this muthafucka said was........(Devin finishes the rest) (Devin) What the fuck is this thick neck big bitch here Man I should a bought a 16 ounce beer Say big hous, you fucked over me dawg I thought we was cool How in the hell we gonna get these two big bitches in the pool (K.B.) Ha Ha Ha, you fool, stop trippin and just take your clothes off Cause all pussy feel the same when the lights go off (Devin) Man thats too much pork For just one fork And I'll pass You can't even tell the difference between the stomach and they ass Stretch marks on they titties like a road map Hoe slapped, on some mabaline (K.B.) But she keep her navel clean And at least these hoes big and cute not big and fucked up You done fucked a skinny ugly ass hoe so nigga whats up Don't give a fuck if you fuck these broads nobody knows So just drank and smoke this dank and lets fuck these hoes (Chorus) Come on and, show 'em what they pussy made for (4x) |
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(2 guys talking about Devin)
Man. They got him in the office again, man. Yeah, I know. He's been in there for an hour already. And ya know, I kinda feel bad for the guy. Damn, what do you mean. The fucker clocks in drunk. Man, it's his wife and kids; that's who you need to feel sorry for. Yeah, I know. And ya know, what are they gonna do if he loses another job. Fuckin' alcy. Fuckin' pothead. He owes me $5 anyway. Verse 1: On my way to the job Drunk than a bitch I'm late for work again Damn, boss goin' have a fit He said, "This shit been going on For just too damn long I need to go and find some help Or take my drunk ass home" And I really don't wanna quit Because see then I can't sit Up on my ass and smoke my grass from unemployment checks And I admit, when I wake up I hit the drank, I blow up But in back of the job I don't bother noone I stay strictly to myself Co-workers know I be blowed So they say my production is throwed And I'm not carrying my load So I go, and share my problems With my friends who be Just as high as I As they pass the doobie to me Who we be, fucked up fool, drunk, blowed, bent When it's time to pay my rent My money's damn near spent I know I'm fucking up my lungs My liver ain't 'bout shit From all the weed And all the alcohol But y'all, I can't quit (2 guys talking) Man, if it was me dog, I'd say, "Fuck that job". Man, here. Hit the weed, man. Fuck a job, man. Shit, I'll hit that. Here, I'll hit it. Shit, no weed goin' never tell you nothin' wrong. I've been tellin' you to quit that motherfuckin' job anyways. Yeah, that boss trippin', on my dick anyways. Fuck that nigga. Hell fuck yeah. Want me to kick his ass for you? Fuck it man. Verse 2: See, reefer's like a friend Who free me from my foes Drinking something different today But wearing the same old clothes I guess weed, wine, and women Was the life that I chose But it got hard splitting my dick Between my wife and these hoes So I just smoke An ounce a day, nothing less Spent so many damn dollars That it don't make no fucking sense I went to seek help Thought I was losing my mind The doctor walked in high With some brew and a dime And said, "It's your life, nigga Go ahead and enjoy And whenever you need some weed, nigga Just hollar at your boy 'Cause ain't nothing wrong with it, go on on Take these, you need at least 3 cups in the morning" Drinking all day Big chiefing at night I keep my eyes red and tight So that my teeth can look white And I can smell it and tell it The weed you have ain't shit But I'll still take a pull And twist the cap on the bull I can't quit (Devin and his doctor talking) Damn, doctor. Is this shit gonna kill me, man? No, no son. No need to panic. It's actually quite good for you. It slows down the structure of white blood cells And cures the flow. It's called nature's illing leaf. The more you smoke it the better you feel. Take another hit. You ain't bullshittin'. You did good. Would I lie to you? Verse 3: Just another day Another fat sweet to get my head right I'm sitting back, my windows cracked I'm chilling at the red light Minding my business But why is this law typing my plates I only gotta dime and ain't got time to catch no case But still she races up to me And stick her nose out in my car "Hey bitch, what you looking in my car for?" She pointed at the sweet Still burning and said, "Aw" I had to think quick Pulled out my dick And shoved it in her jaw But like weak times I had to hit the gas Collect my seeds Clean the ash Non-stop, evade the cops They mad because I'm high they not I made the block, screwed up some cop Dipped back on the freeway Threw my empty 40 bottle out When I passed San Felipe We stay blowed, fucked up, drunk, full, bent My kids screaming Astroworld But all my time is spent And you can tell the way I smell My braincells ain't shit From all the weed and all the alcohol But y'all, I can't quit (2 guys talking) That was cool, man. Hey, can I get one of those dranks? Naw, man. I told you about your beer-hoggin' ass. Nigga, go to the fuckin' store. C'mon, man. Can I drink with y'all, man? I can't hear. Goddamn, I can't hear shit. (...?...) Do you have a job? Do you have a job? Hell yeah, I gotta job motherfucker. I just spend all my money buying weed. Ya know, it helps me work longer So I can make more money So I can buy more weed So I can work longer So I can make more money So I can buy more weed So I can work longer So I can make more money So I can buy more weed So I can work longer So I can make more money So I can buy more weed |
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| 4:29 |
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Devin:
Uh, rollin' car not stolen Probably never will be it's much too old and Smokin' weed feelin' fine In my Nightville '79 I smoke weed I drink brew That's all I rap about cause shit that's all I do Some people get mad cause I smoke in front of my kids Well I also wipe they ass when they piss and shit I treat a woman like a queen and a bitch like a slut But I tend to make 'em both wipe off my dick when I nut I keep a whole bunch of bitches from Brawlway to Bisanet A bitch to buy me weed a bitch to buy me beer and cigarettes A hoe to help me with music have her ass jacked up In my vocal booth throw my mic doing backups She likes my old school Porshe She like my old school knowledge But most of all she like my special gold tooth polish And she's bout it If I want it then I got it We'll be goin' off to college I be givin' that pussy plenty mileage I be nuttin' on your bitch while I'm rubbin' on her tits She be suckin' on my dick I stuck it then I split Hook Keep in mind Peace of mind Takin' it a day at a time Stayin' high To ease my mind Wavin' at every bitch that goes by K-Dee: Ya see my organization is gettin' stronger See we ain't for that bullshit no longer Devin and K-Dee Never the less we Keep the bud handy sip the finest French brandy Jewels be imported don't fuck with the rinky dinky Rock Ice like Berg Slim a couple stones on each pinky Never fakin' but makin' boyfriends becomes exs Kick to the curb see we swerve in a Lexus Ta-dow How ya like us now Got niggas sayin' "God DAMN" got white boys sayin' "Wow" The way we put it down,hum, quite impressive A cheese by the pound, damn so obsessive You niggas need to stop thinkin' I'm a hater Mad because I spit more game than a commentator As long as your heads bobbin' Your girls hearts throbbin' Hit me with the dub when you see me out mobbin' Hook K.B.: I fuck these hoes skinny or swole He bitchin' bout ugly toes You ain't fuckin' her feet fuck the hoe with your eyes closed Shit, I showed these bitches what they pussy made for Especially a big ? Carter lookin' ass hoe Bitch name ? fuckin' pooh big Shiela Big country ass hoe with a body like a two liter I feed her peter She give me everything I need I get beer by the cases and a big ole' bag a weed Cause she love hustlin' Kelvin I leave her with more blue notes than Melvin Makes me a hamsandwich then I'm bailin' Out like a felon Something metal lock lemon These hoes got tricks but from me all they get is dick And a whole bunch of lies that I spit ? flew up in these bitches I leave them hoes sick We all know they ain't shit And so I'm out to get rich And if I hit The bitch thick Hook |
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| 5:07 |
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(Talking K-Dee)
Call me if you change your mind (Devin) I see you like takin your chances But if your nigga knew that you do butt-naked dances And runnin my bath and rubbin soap on my feet Smokin my meat, while I'm smokin a sweet And we losin his mind, thinkin bout doin a crime The way you lick on my nutts and make me bust two at a time You persuing my penis I seen this happen before We fuck for bout a month and we aint laughin no more Then you start to get just a little curious I don't call in two days and you take the shit serious We can get crunk smoke weed and shit But I rather you just call when you need some dick There's a whole bunch of hoes out there like you Who love to fuck and suck dick too Gotta dip dip dive dive what can I say She try to hit' em all inside of one day (Chorus- Devin) But ah, I can stick around and keep you company Or you can spend the night if it was up to me You can change him but you can't change me Cause you know i rather fuck than watch t.v. Girl, I can stick around and keep you company Or you can spend the night if it was up to me Girl, you can change him but you can't change me Cause you know I rather fuck than watch t.v. (Talking K.B.) Naw you aint got to cut the t.v. on Why don't you just stand up and model for me (K-Dee) I can tell you like niggas sportin rings and lacs Got me spittin not hittin with no strings attached You got a man, I understand I'm cool with it You wanna look cause a nigga don't know what to do with it Thats why I get it, sexy outfits like french maids Got you hollin my name with every inch laid While I'm, fuckin I'm thinkin of ways of gettin paid That night you was suckin, damn thats why I stayed Now you mad cause I played more fields than Kim Got you sayin I wish you were more like him Aint that a bitch, expectin me to oil you Wine and dine your ass cause he swore you What I look like washin your back while you shower I aint the nigga for leavin letters I'm sending flowers Tryin to arch my ways, damn thats funny to me You can change him but you can't change me (Chorus- K-Dee) x2 (K.B.) I lay these hoes, slay these hoes Play these hoes, never pay these hoes Between bitches and hoes man they really aint shit Some of yall givin them dick, you givin them rent money You fuckin with him because he treats you nice To me you a hoe he'll make you his wife He takin you shoppin and now you out boppin For a nigga like me who talkin bout knockin That ass on the first night, the comfort inn You got a man at home, shit I'll be your friend I don't need a bitch all attached to me Cause I use these hoes then lose these hoes Abuse these hoes for owning my dick I'm beatin it up you nuttin too quick I'm only out for one thang and its plan to see You may have changed him but you can't change me (Chorus- K.B.) x2 (Talking K.B.) You know what I'm sayin I know you listenin You know I want to be up in that pussy right now Let me come by and just dick ya down I'm trippin, but I'm trippin cause I know you listenin Huh, when you ridin with your boyfriend or whatever just act like it aint you Thats what I'm talkin bout, I aint gone trip off that shit either Naw naw, you having good pussy aint got nothing to do with this (Laughing) I'm Out! |
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| 4:14 |
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It was a cool afternoon, the first day of school
Everybody wonderin' whose the new dude With the Kangol sneakers with the wide shoe strangs Wonderin', wonderin' where he from and how he do thangs His eyes stayed red but he kept his mind clear The brothers knew he wasn't from no where 'round here And the girls kept whisperin' in each others ear It seems they didn't care about the smell of the beer They were all on his thing, a couple of 'em tried to grab it Takin' their chances didn't know of his bad habits A two timin' cheat and quick to make up a lie Just to be kissin' the girls and makin' 'em cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry The girls didn't take caution when they was flossin' wit Georgy Porgy turn a simple party into an orgy And just when they thought that they was the one that he chose He get rid of them quick and get some more Just when they thought that they was the one that he chose He get rid of them quick and get some more Just when they thought that they was the one that he chose He get rid of them quick and get some more No time for lames it's a shame what he do to women His mouth spit game like a snake shootin' venom And after he hit 'em some claim that he's no good But they stick wit' him guess the pain feel so good Take, take what he can get givin' up nuttin' why He don't think that he should pay for the puddin' pie Takin' em, breakin' em, fakin' em out He just be kissin' the girls and makin' em cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry He kept a girl on the side, he keep one at home And those who wasn't smart they couldn't leave him alone He'd pick one of 'em a different one, yep, each weekend Undressin' em caressin' em, kissin' em, freakin' em But last Friday night, oh, this what I heard Outside his driveway parked a Thunderbird Georgy couldn't hear nothin' but the headboard knockin' Looked up and saw a strange woman in the window watchin' Didn't know if it was Tina, Tanea or Toila But whoever it was they had a gray revolver They asked no question, just start bustin' George was in shock couldn't say or do nothin' He just layed there stiff lookin' froze And all he could think about was I got too many hoes And all he could think about was I got too many hoes And all he could think about was I got too many hoes In the bed wit' no clothesjust waitin' to die Just for kissin' the girls and makin' em cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry |
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