earl let the wind blow, all i wanna see is big smoke. Just smoke and blow a blunt with me I like marijuana You like marijuana We like marijuana legalize marijuana Just smoke and blow a blunt
'm so cold and I stay real cool like a snow cone hit a blunt and I float to the o-zone ain't nobody round me but my four cones and a hoe no man I'm so
I'm a buy her restaurants And she such a boss bitch, she can hire who she want She can help me blow this cream, she the fire to my blunt You can try
a failure, a mute in the age of speech, I said I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech, Man I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech
hook on it And my verses with dat, they sound good on it Now I do a second maybe do a third If I'm in the mood to go crazy with my words I take a lil'
know I, don't sleep If a nigga don't work then a nigga, don't eat So a nigga is gone hustle, a nigga is gone grind Watch a young nigga shine, bitch this
blunts-? Leave with your cunt Heads up ? must of broke one Yeah it's official now (? official now) / Blow your whistle now (? whistle now) I got a rifle to tell 'em blow
's either yourz or mine Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine And ride on em', leave em' stuck and fucked from the gate Set it straight, regulate wit' a
till i cum no one can stop me my bump and grind will do you everytime come get a blast of this Thug passion and blow your mind hey, throw up your legs
s either yourz or mine Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine And ride on em', leave em' stuck and fucked from the gate Set it straight, regulate wit' a
m quick to peel a bitch Whether it's a nigga or a hoe, a hoe get in my way, then that ass gots to go Cause a nigga steady plottin I serves hit for hit
I bullshitted Me and you against the world we untouchable, screamin like ya dyin everytime I'am fuckin you ya never had a father or a family, but I'll
or bury me a G I couldn't let my adversaries worry me and every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest and still a nigga stressin over death
G you better flee Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four Mag So nigga flip or take a trip in a body bag Uhh, boom you slipped up, now you're zipped
like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts Beef, you a target
