This is that ****-on-**** Smoke but don't choke on It's the ******t, clearly blunt junkies Have been known to croak Unless them toke of it's the bomb For those who think life is unfair' Cause I blow my smoke in the air As if no one is standin' there Then I'll roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows In my chair as I sit back Smiling from ear to ear With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair Yes, she'll blow one tonight fo yo sorrows Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene Money shot to a Three movies But everything's straight like 9:15 It's back to the time machine, I believeBack to the rhymin', back to the stick Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick Slap, y'all ****** better think that was it We everywhere, beithc Like the air you breathe Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead Best believe I'll change the steeds Take the lead, change the speed Slow it down just for the sport ******, one of my favorite rappers Happens to be Too ShortNow everybody wanna sell ****, sell **** Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes, nope Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo', eighty fo' For those who think life is unfair' Cause I blow my smoke in the air As if no one is standin' there Then I'll roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows Just to let you know that everything is straight I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate Now go get yourself a handgun, you ******' with a great Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste Kill yourself like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival Like the Bible or any other good book that you read Why are 75% of our youth readin' magazines?' Cause they used to fantasy and that's what they do to dream Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing' Member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz Yeah, I'm still speakin' about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean I mean, it mean the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we reign supreme Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds B-I-G-B-O- I, ******, please For those who think life is unfair' Cause I blow my smoke in the air As if no one is standin' there Then I'll roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows In my chair as I sit back Smiling from ear to ear With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair Yes, she'll blow one tonight fo yo sorrows Don't want no girlfriends Just need my **** I just need my **** One foot on the world when I'm behind in my smoke I'm behind in my smoke On the back burner You can just simmer around But on the front burner You betta burn, a fat one Roll it up, fire that ******t up A fat one, fire it up A fat, fat, fat one This is that ****-on-****, smoke but don't choke on It's the ******t, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak Unless them toke of it's, the bomb Bombardin' the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come Came and went, hind bells spent, bent Take another huff and puff and choke and toke Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and Pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a joint' Cause this is the ****-on-****, some good ******t Yeah, lean back and puff slow
This is that ****-on-**** Smoke but don't choke on It's the ******t, clearly blunt junkies Have been known to croak Unless them toke of it's the bomb For those who think life is unfair' Cause I blow my smoke in the air As if no one is standin' there Then I'll roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows In my chair as I sit back Smiling from ear to ear With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair Yes, she'll blow one tonight fo yo sorrows Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene Money shot to a Three movies But everything's straight like 9:15 It's back to the time machine, I believeBack to the rhymin', back to the stick Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick Slap, y'all ****** better think that was it We everywhere, beithc Like the air you breathe Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead Best believe I'll change the steeds Take the lead, change the speed Slow it down just for the sport ******, one of my favorite rappers Happens to be Too ShortNow everybody wanna sell ****, sell **** Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes, nope Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo', eighty fo' For those who think life is unfair' Cause I blow my smoke in the air As if no one is standin' there Then I'll roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows Just to let you know that everything is straight I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate Now go get yourself a handgun, you ******' with a great Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste Kill yourself like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival Like the Bible or any other good book that you read Why are 75% of our youth readin' magazines?' Cause they used to fantasy and that's what they do to dream Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing' Member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz Yeah, I'm still speakin' about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean I mean, it mean the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we reign supreme Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds B-I-G-B-O- I, ******, please For those who think life is unfair' Cause I blow my smoke in the air As if no one is standin' there Then I'll roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows In my chair as I sit back Smiling from ear to ear With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair Yes, she'll blow one tonight fo yo sorrows Don't want no girlfriends Just need my **** I just need my **** One foot on the world when I'm behind in my smoke I'm behind in my smoke On the back burner You can just simmer around But on the front burner You betta burn, a fat one Roll it up, fire that ******t up A fat one, fire it up A fat, fat, fat one This is that ****-on-****, smoke but don't choke on It's the ******t, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak Unless them toke of it's, the bomb Bombardin' the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come Came and went, hind bells spent, bent Take another huff and puff and choke and toke Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and Pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a joint' Cause this is the ****-on-****, some good ******t Yeah, lean back and puff slow
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