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
the smartest. You can huff, puff, but blow me down I doubt it kid, or get yo' ass whooped behind what ya mouth did. You need more "Hail Mary's" than a
they style be hollow it seems you've bitin off more than you can possibly swallow just a day in the life of a man named X only blunt and latex for
boys do what they can And it aint no secret im a grown ass man With my hands on the bible and I solemnly swear Leave the mall with more shoes than I
funny man It’s urgent I need one Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1 So one more time for old time’s sake
Remember me? ("Chka-chka-Onyx!") Niggaz that take no for an answer, get told no Yeah I been told no but it was more like, "No, no, no!!!" Life a bitch
Lohan naked while you let me watch ya, who da knew the Buddah do to me whats its done, such cynicism when this isn’t in my system, blunt hypnotism, lift
Boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug
It's Like, I don't care about nothin man, roll another blunt, Yea (ohh ohh ohh), La da da da da da La, Da Daaa, La da da da, La da da da, La da da daaa
in the stash Mediatin watch the wind blow the blunt ash You had a blast , now how long you gonna last Ice grillin for nothing, you make yoself ass Brace yoself one more
Type of women make a brother wanna keep it Shorty be so exotic she lookin decent Lotta corny niggaz be offerin whack free shit I can't hold the heat no more
raw now Break somethin, see the way we kickin in the door now When I come see a Range and a Porsche now Do what I say, women to the floor now More is
curve man Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt And rollin another
red shirt, cause they can not compete. Think and my wingspan says anything's in my reach. When Atlanta was poppin', BMF with Big Meech. I was stuck in the school, I was more
[Faith No More cover] Go on and wring my neck Like when a rag gets wet A little discipline For my pet genius My head is like a lettuce Go on and dig
stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
ass like Kris Kross Just might blast, snake in the grass Gotta shake up the ass Found at a trunk of funk Tall and stiff as a philly blunt What more
going to do you know where you're runnin from scared of the sun, I live in the sun You shrivel up like a raisin and burn like the blunt that I'm blazin
