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Hundred Round Drum is a rap electronic duo from Portland, Oregon, consisting of beat chef Keegan Quinn and rapper Big Nutz.
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Lyrics
Big nuts - Macadamians.
Stay high, we look like f*** in' aliens.
Get abducted, kidnapped.
Pop (pop) bottles, yeah I did that.
We ain't nickel and dimin'.
Paint pictures with rhymin'.
Ray-Bans and Vans, my chain trickle with diamonds,
and you know what the time is.
Uncut, what I got'll get you nine years.
Yeah, I'm the man in the Caddie.
Just spent three grand on the Granddaddy.
High as a fly in my black Ray-Bans,
but I don't do it for me - it's for the Mac Dre fans,
in the Chevrolet vans, with the doors open.
Hoes scopin', I'm so dope, it's no hopin'.
Hold up, I still got a whole cup,
and they told us that we can roll up. (Huh?)
You know, you know how we do it,
and so you can smoke weed to it,
and roll more blunts like all we do is smoke,
and I just think that's funny,
'coz I got all this money.
Tree C, we ain't no joke.
You know, you know how we do it,
and so you can smoke weed to it,
and roll more blunts like all we do is smoke,
and I just think that's funny,
'coz I got all this money.
Tree C, we ain't no joke.
Ask her how we do.
I don't think he knew,
how many blunts we blew,
before she told me she choose.
And I refuse to lose,
no matter how many drugs I abuse.
She'll get you this screwed.
I send her with an attitude.
No I'm not as high as you,
I'm on another altitude.
I get as much as you get in a day,
in just a afternoon.
Baby I got no time to play,
I just got packs to move.
Been texting me all day,
but is you tryin' to make a move?
Textin', switchin' lanes, tossin' roaches out the roof.
Damn, you see that thing? I stop and hop out the coupe.
She get in the passenger, I bet I knock her out her loop,
or I'll just f*** you like Snoop and Devin the Dude.
You know how we do, blowin' on big blunts with Big Nuts.
Punk a fall-down b*** until she pick up.
You know how we do, blowin' on big blunts with Big Nuts.
Punk a fall-down b*** until she pick up.
You know, you know how we do it,
and so you can smoke weed to it,
and roll more blunts like all we do is smoke,
and I just think that's funny,
'coz I got all this money.
Tree C, we ain't no joke.
You know, you know how we do it,
and so you can smoke weed to it,
and roll more blunts like all we do is smoke,
and I just think that's funny,
'coz I got all this money.
Tree C, we ain't no joke.
(Is it stop - is it stoppin', uh, geet?)
Man, we gotta smoke some more, roll up.
Hey though, we done smoke some of this hash this time.
This sh** is whooooo-
Had me coughin', can't breathe.
Put your hands up, n*** , I can't.
Put - put your hands up.
Put your god damn hands up, n*** .
See, if you can't breathe, you gotta get some air through your lungs.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Smokin' that good sh** .
It ain't no joke, what we smokin', n*** .
We gettin' high all mothaf*** in' day, please believe it, n*** .
Blazin', f*** ed up, checkin' traps, runnin' through b*** es' purses.
We takin' welfare checks, n*** , food stamps, n*** .
We don't give a f*** , EBT cards, n*** .
Might take your kid's wick, don't give a f*** , n*** .
We goin' hard on the pavement.
We - sh** .
You know, you know how we do it,
and so you can smoke weed to it,
and roll more blunts like all we do is smoke,
and I just think that's funny,
'coz I got all this money.
Tree C, we ain't no joke.
You know, you know how we do it,
and so you can smoke weed to it,
and roll more blunts like all we do is smoke,
and I just think that's funny,
'coz I got all this money.
Tree C, we ain't no joke.
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