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Wish
Godd*mn cigarettes!
nigg* that s**t sound sweet if everybody
Krayzie
Budsmokers only. Budsmokers only, only. *4
Wish
Some be passin' that weed on to the thugsta from Cleveland, gotta smoke 'til it's all gone. Now, we wanna bong, 'cause a nigg* be creepin'. Called all my thugstas, all them drank. Called all my thugstas, all them smoke weed. Gotta get me some, now.
Krayzie
My love is in hydro, gotta choke, let me loc' with a little bit of smoke in my throat. Can't let-a-me high go. Goin' broke. Mo Thug hit the bud up and then get up upon me. Inhale, just lit up a blunt, and me roll fat one to get P.O.D.'ded. They label me killa, drugdealer, that realer nigg*, Krayzie weeded.
Layzie
Blaze up a blunt, gotta have that hydro, need me a hit of the tweed, made me drop to me knees. And I gotta give love to the green leaves, steadily spendin' that cheese, feelin' at ease. Thuggin' on off in the cut, now when I'm checkin' on how this s**t's on. In a raid, smoked out with my nigg*, Tav. Smokin' that tweed 'til we fall to our grave.
Bizzy
Make up the dummy to make up me money. Weed run me, and headed for broke, smoke on the bong, hit the bong wrong, nigg*, me cough and choke. We, the real O.T.'s loc' strong, Bone . I gotta C-note to toke on. So choke on, me holdin' the smoke 'til it's gone for long, and stay long.
Krayzie
Wanna get you fked up. Gonna get you fked up. (Hey, now, pass me some reefer.) *2
Wish
Mr. Inventor-of-the-green-leaves, gotta give P's, 'cause I love this type s**t. And it's never gonna quit. Doctor told me better stop, but man, fk that b*tch! Me never goin' stop me smoke, try to tell me, gauge in your throat. Gotsta run me on, fkin' with Bone, lovin' this weed song.
Krayzie
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews, steady be losin' me balance. Take a puff to the dome, trippin' off Flesh Bone, showin' off me talent. Smoke until-a-me die, nigg* gotta get high, if you wanna come right. Come with me, smoke on a blunt and get nice. nigg*, take a weed fiend's advice. (nice!)
Layzie
Feelin' onto main, quarter-roll to the brain. Smokin' like blunt after blunt my is insane. Other can't hang. It's a Bone thang, how a nigg* like me smoke and maintain and remain #1. Here I come with the tweed in my chest. nigg*, got his wig to the curb, split up and serve, but fk it! Gotta have them green herbs.
Bizzy
If you got bag of tweed, well blaze it with me fool. Now don't be stingy, and please no pinnas. Make it swollen! 'Cause if I had me some weed, you know I'd smoke it with you. Come-come get wit-a-me--me and my blunts we rollin'.
Krayzie & Bone
Budsmokers only. Budsmokers only, only. *8
Krayzie
I take a hit of the reefer, keep smokin'. *8
