is cush and haze mixed Don`t sit there and lie to me you aint never taste this Hope the Lord forgive me gave my Jesus piece a face-lift Stones is doin
mama from the drama My hunger for hip-hop got my gun up Yo 8Ball, hit the marijuana Yeah, yeah, 8Ball blazin' the hay And hella pound almost everyday
Don't be like, uh, a Cubano Be like ? stoned marijuano Esta capitan pingolete Swing is here with the force of a machete Kick mad lingo from Spain to Tijuana
the river I remember windy town We come so far and we move so fast Making hay see it all go past Round the world and round again Up and down on that
leave the scene And go and hide out An miss the trippin Trippin an clippin Lets get to dippin Mutherfuck gonna die Becouse he lied About my hommie flippin Swole head and
, that raw 'caine down here, yeah And I done made my way, round here And them hoes know, I twist them like haze round here Been made down here, blow hay
sold my first stone Thirteen when I bought my first gold herrin' bone MJ knew how to cook it up and I supplied the kitchen My momma was at work and never
Getting head, on the road On the road, getting head On the road, getting head On the road, smoking hay Getting blown, smoking hay Getting blown, smoking hay Getting blown, smoking hay
and Tweedle Dee They're one day older and a dollar short They got a prayer permit and a police escort They're lyin' low and they're makin' hay They
worship night and day, Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him, Whom angels fall before, The ox and ass and camel which adore. Angels and
mind Jack Frost taps the window sill William Tell atop the hill Dreaming arrows shoot the hay Autumn's color wheel will fade Stones thrown to blown
known the true gods of sound and stone. And word and tint I did not stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her dark hair, like
be working, and she hasn't moved away You can breathe a little easier, and think of what to say If you spin around and she is gone, and you know it's
out and got something That eightball, so I can do some space age pimpin' My blood stay young off 45's Colt and chicken Camels and Rolls filled with d's and
cracks a smile When you see it shinin' You feel thing's in your own way And I?m supposed to lay down And bow to you, yeah I?m tired of bailin' hay
To love and honor and protect and even say "I do" But then you wanted us to part and that's when I refused But still you left anyway and suddenly I had
down It's just a tumbleweed town Now a few hay seeds and ranchers are still hanging in Too old to start over and too damn stubborn to quit And their
lookin' good I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood I'm, I'm, I'm pushin' down the ave I see these niggas and days go and come And
