Smoke 'em like a blunt Ya see me smoking 'em like a blunt Smoke 'em like a blunt Ya see giving them what dem want Smoke 'em like a blunt Ya see me smoking
Перевод: Spice 1. Дым Em Как Блант.
Smoke em like a blunt Ya see me smokin em like a blunt Smoke em like a blunt Ya see givin them what dem want Smoke em like a blunt Ya see me smokin em
pile up From dumpin' on these niggas in my motherfuckin' face I breaks 'em off a taste of that Ciggety Cel and Spice Gettin' it on like Marvin Gaye
roll up the hooty mac, rollem up Rol 'em up, rollem up rollem up..... I need some herbs and spices, So I can feel nices, The breeze, coolin like a
convertible My cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the front Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a
'm a G As in guerilla, see I'm a KILLA One two three I'm a G As in guerilla, see I'm a KILLA Break em off somethin.. he heh [T-Bone] Here I go, flippin
money motherfucka I'm a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head off Housin with a hundred thousand, ready to let em Go to the pen, or make
for later Smoke with coke loc A dip with tip tip Get heat a chrome plate, a d from tray deee Livin that dp, give me that st In a 4-0 a 0-e from my og
kick back and smoke a blunt in the car Me fuckin with dank me fuckin with dank it's s-p-i-c-e 1 me buckin em Down me buckin em down shootin lead in his
Blam 187 Straight murder display from L.A. to the Bay West side my nigga Spice 1 AKA Fetty Chico And I'll be Mack 10 aka Mack Manson What up Spice We
can smoke a blunt up in my hot tub Don't be trippin' off that old shit though So you wanna be a playa So you wanna be a G So you wanna be a gangsta (
t a state it's an army [Verse 1:] One motherfucker in the projects killin The same motherfucker that'll burn down the village With a chronic blunt full
Bay We all-citiy like the Mayor, you see my name I'm more fresh shit, the creep tailor, The G for international ladies like a sailor, Like a sailor I
roll up the hooty mac, roll 'em up Roll 'em up, roll 'em up, roll 'em up... I need some herbs and spices So I can feel nices The breeze, coolin like a
a state it's an army [Verse 1:] One motherfucker in the projects killin The same motherfucker that'll burn down the village With a chronic blunt full
