(s) No more control We need to smoke Free the weed Fume de la ganja, fume de la ganja ! KI-KE-PUI-KUK SMOKE ! KI-KE-PUI-KUK SMOKE !
's it, do the split Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my DJ fresh on wax Put it on the turntable, I got taps It started burning up, wires smoking
I, slide by, catch them niggaz off my side, wit nothin to hide body die rot, on they porch, when I expectin some sort of drive-by, type retaliation
Cause the younging be balling harder than NBA I get twist for cat?s for one eye, disappearing in my face Everybody snapping photos tryna get my face 'Cause I'm sort
I'm stranded on death row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers Now you know you're outdone, feel the shot gun Kurupt inmate cell block one No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
drugs of all sorts coming through the airports only once every five years somebody get caught how many lives must heroin cut short how many us folk gotta grow up to smoke
you what I guess you kind of figured I'm a reefer head of course And after all this time I guess that I'm a conniseur of sorts Now your stuff smells
irish ballad, which was written a few years ago, and which is replete with all the accoutrements of this art form. in particular, it has a sort of idiotic
like heavy metal We raised that way, so you can play it on the ghetto I got that work nigga, but I ain't Beatrice Keep 17 bricks, in the pissy mattress H-Town, H
insane, she's an anchorwoman Sick of pushing skewed information And abusing the nation Had a few options: Either jump or run Quit or cold raise hell, waving a gun Time for C-H
but keep it fake on the cover Pulling tennis shoe and clothing advertisements. No wonder Like Common "I Used to Love H.E.R." Now I just fuck H.E.R.
keep it fake on the cover Pulling tennis shoe and clothing advertisements. no wonder Like common "i used to love h.e.r." Now I just fuck h.e
that way, so you can play it on the ghetto [Lil' C:] I got that work nigga, but I ain't Beatrice Keep seventeen bricks, in the pissy mattress H-Town H
perversion(s) No more control We need to smoke Free the weed Fume de la ganja, fume de la ganja ! KI-KE-PUI-KUK SMOKE ! KI-KE-PUI-KUK SMOKE !
Lif] Jane went insane, she's an anchorwoman Sick of pusing skewed information And abusing the nation Had a few options: Either jump or run Critical ways or waving a gun Time for C-H
les jeunes l'soir Voire 5h du mat, croire qu'a 5h du mat Personne ne dort et tout le monde sort Donc voila les stats ! 5h du mat Outre Atlantique il est
time to go to war man I put the sword on my hip when its time ta go to war cause I'm an evil spirit grinda say I'm kinda, sorta like a mockin bird hopin
anti role models who hold bottles to dip Of the you know, H20, the bugged out drug duo With scooba tank dank, top ranked I'm sort of a Moses Split water