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Genre
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Peak #13,125
Peak in subgenre #2,044
Author
Robin Herrera
Uploaded
August 20, 2003
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:02
Lyrics
yo, HAzardous, this my weed' song B,
ths fa ng's tha tbe jodcking my Shit,
always on some otther other shit,
they like , can i please get a hit,
a hit?
yo , shut the fuck up , always jocking my dick,
always wanna blaze, wit no money in ya pocket,
be the first to grap ya quarter , if you eva drop it,
they like son i want water , then i be like stop it,
cuz they know that as soon i start copping,
the smoke eloping like it came out of a rocket,
and when they hands go grab it, then i'm force to block it,
if you gotta a watch nga ' then fucking watch it,
cuz nothing gon' stop me , from steeming on this chocolate.
so you betta go back to ya bullshit block kid,
cuz if not ima leave you on the corner liveless,
cuz i gotta provide it, nga's beasting fa beef,
so best believe that they ass gonna buy it,
cuz i'ma rob them for cash and they fly kicks,
shit , even in music i'll rob ya fo ya first hit,
bag ya instrumental and use it on my shit,
Everyday, ng'as wann' blaze, but they'll come up to a party , without any cake,
how you thiink you gon make it, when afta that ima take it, roll it in a dutch , and fucking blaze it.
cuz fa real, if everything was free, everybody would be chillin,
that's why with weed, we face so much killing,
but I done fucked with coke, so now i'm bout millions,
made alot money man, all it took was drug dealing ,
but every now and then , a supplier , gotta get high with his buyers,
testing the product, more fir'a more fir'a
it'll leave ya higher and higher,
lazed all day,run about 4 lighters,
truck on his way, lots' a drugs up in the tire,
cuz we import products, sneak around hide them,.
nga' pop out the bush , hey can try em'
i'm the bad seed in my family, and you know that i'ma buy'em,
pluz ima weed,pheen, even if it's whack ima like it,
take my pipe and pipe it , till' ima aiight kid,
shut up nga/ you a crackhead , bitch
just like the other loaders' jocking my dick,
Oh my god , get off me kid,
fuck the chorus, yeah nga, this a two verse spit,
why, cuz i'm the who wrtoe this,
you don't like it, bitch hear's a dick to choke with ,
tell the bitches ima big hit, use it to promote with.
come on man , with me nobody cope kid,
un'less you a street pharmacist with a coke kit,
or you got more than half, on the big next big sliff
cuz i ain't the one to fuck with ,you will get hit,
even if i let lit slide, but on some next day shit,
crossing the street with a hoody , gat tightly gripped,
cuz i'm talking bout metal, n'ca not my fist,
so how bout' you settle down, like a dog you mu bitch,
i don't care about any body, i C you on the 1'5
slit neck, cold body, leave you like market fish,
and when i done with the beef, make ya momz clean my dish,
cuz everybody in ya fucking fam on my list,
tought i blessed you , nga i ain't rich,
you paying every dime and penny you spent bitch,
