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#105,951 today
Peak #168
#65,076 in subgenre
Peak #80
Author
L-Boze
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Uploaded
March 09, 2007
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 5:01
Story behind the song
Da song is a story... some hypothetical type shit. suntin 4 da people... dat get blowed.
Lyrics
we rollin rollin, blowin blowin, twist it twist it, light it up/
we rollin rollin, blowin blowin, twist it twist it, light it up/
come on, lets smoke summin, come on, lets smoke summin/
come on, lets smoke summin, come on, lets smoke summin/
Im riden down da street, got a lap full of trees/
bout to go to da stough, for a 5 pack of peach/
blunt skins, optimo fa sho. Damn /
Utrun i done forgot my ID again/
cop a lil snack or two cuz i kno ima be blowed/
grab a bag of some jerky some rubbas and tootsie rolls/
gatta buy a new lighter cuz pops be tryna claim mine/
laugh it off wit da cashier cuz he see da damn signs/
ya boi bout to be feelin good, wood on stank stank/
split em wit da shank shank, fill em wit da dank dank/
tell da weedman thanks, good lookin out on da sack/
we go back, das my boi, so he took of da tax/
headed back to da crib bouta chill/
hit my brotha d up, an see what it is/
txt messages comen in bout house parties in da tuc/
im tryna get fucked up from sun down to sun up/ Im So Dusk Nigga
Back at home, settin up for blunt surgery/
buddies broken up, blunts lookin like "dnt murder me"/
slice em on up, trash da dirt and bring about da grass/
fill it up till its packed, so da blunt gone last/
line em on up, from thinist to fat/
cuz wit da lil ones i pass to niggas like steve nash/
straight smash to youn ds, see da lake at peace/
i caint wait, minus well blow one in da breese/
lookin out for TPD, but its all a clear scene/
show up at my nigga doo buzzed wit a slight lean/
he ask me, if im tryna ride tonight/
he heard of somethin in da souf where he can rock da mic/
and im down like a nigga wit no legs/
tryna find a spot we can kick it like some pro keds/
but dese blunt on my mind like a muah fuckin 4head/
but fa sho im gone get/ blowed
a nigaa u kno dis/
hit da street... laid back jus crawlin in da whip/
cotton mouf gotcha boi supa chapped at da lips/
hit da links, din my nigga b-zo hit me on da hip/
told em get ready to dip, and have ya game fully equiped/
Los Bos hit me, like "boze, wus happnin witcha bruh/"
told em u already kno, ima come pick ya up/
so now we 4 deep, wit 4 blunts, and 4 meats/
now we need 4 freaks, n hopefully they got trees/
showed up, its kinda packed, so im lookin 4 da G's/
get a lil cypha goin and get da blowin on da greens/
boze supa silky clean... check out stone wash jeans/
black t's to set it off wit slippas is mad for a king/
so we catchin dese hoes eyes and Boze is supa high/
got da cypha supa hyped up din spit some game on da side/
and by da end of da nigh, invite em to a secret kick back/
roll up anotha from dat sack, and get it crackin jus like dat/
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