s more more more for me me me it's more more more for me me me it's more more more for me me me it's more more more for me me me
[Intro] Yeuh, To all my smokers and my hundred blunt rollers No no no no I'm talkin bout Real tokers who aint never ever sober Hahaha sober! ahhhhh Yeuh
and Horsepower And a chain that had christ on it, a rollie with alot of Ice on it A pinky ring with a price on it, when he come around Its likely that he blunted
-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop (Just throw it in the bag, bag) [Fabolous - talking over Chorus] You know we had to go shopping one more
watchin I hope they ain't blink they eyes Cause you don't wanna miss a fuckin second When I'm catchin wreck I be in the booth goin' off try to catch my breath Couple more
Cause when I'm rockin' her eyes poppin' outta socket Money in my pocket's on the floor Lock the door Better then this shit, right here HA, have some more
too much haze but i see my ghost pass within the blink of a eye and my ghetto niggaz know how it feel i smoke more than a building on fire roll more
I murder motherfuckas 'Do we have a problem here? ' If you beat me to the trigger I ain't mad homie Least I ain't gotta cry no more No more feeling sad
don't be mad when I show up, smoke something and po' up I told you motherfuckers, what's gon happen when I blow up Now hold up, I got one more thang to
us chain smoking, and violently choking Why don't you wanna light up the blunt, that's in your hand I'll pat ya with the 4-4, that is for sure man Ain't no more
little cheese I'ma be on my way, to pay one of these days Ready to bust, one of these A to the K's Can't even count, how many blunts I blaze Wetter than
dick in they ass We Screwed Up entertainers, hoe ass nigga restrainers Assembly line in the kitchen pickens in proper containers We real niggas, not ill niggas, polos rap more
so don't try to stop me 'Cause when i'm on the roll i'm rollin' up with the crew Rollin' up, filling blunts and gettin' drunk off the brews, Showin'
rock and i'ma run it back To all my young niggas out thurr stugglin i hope you make a jack where you at. [Nate Dogg] [Hook] Back one more again it's
the nation without a care Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here! [Marquis] You're fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck the rest of 'em After me there'll be no more
me, kid, you grew up off me TV, movies and records and tours So many buses in Versace I don't wear it no more Called my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup
the bed Before a nigga fuck', yo, I got some head (What?) I knew this was a rich lil' whore She gave me $100, but I wanted some more Uh! Bring it down
