Lyrics
[Intro]
This is that classic sh** , sounds like Premo on the beat,
what up Sinima?
[Verse 1]
Back in the day, trapped in my ways,
weed in the safe, placed in a plastic little bag,
just past May, and my car done broke down,
before I call AAA, I gotta get the smoke out,
roll down the window, the breeze catches my hair,
a car speeds by, passanger's legs in the air,
they prolly on a Trip... I don't see no bags with,
last trip I had - ended up stuck in Vegas,
fear and loathing... steered and rolling-- by,
while I wait by my ride for the towing guy
finally he came with cables on front a car,
and like basketball all I needed was a jump start
my lungs harsh, I got asthma but it's mild,
flares up with smoke and I haven't in a while,
not til today, drove away with what I needed,
than a week later my Cutlass overheated
{damn}
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[Chorus]
Government wants to hault us and
bag us up like golf clubs
whether it's rags to riches/riches to rags,
they'd rather have us in plastic bags
they wanna... open us up today,
fill us with... lead or shells that break
to shut us down... zipped up and tagged
i guess to them we nothing but some plastic bags
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[Verse 2]
Take a tally, close to Death's a valley,
walk to it or be thrown like fish heads in alley,
then take the hose, let it go, soak up the pebbles,
moving is like beef, you either load up or settle,
and it's time for a change, it seems like one lately,
even if we take heed not every peace has a safety,
safely behind bars or your home door,
never having to worry about hitting your own floor,
what the f*** happened? Why'd we stop caring,
bombs going off 'cause they wanna pop cherries,
want their own slot better than cash could buy,
so tie a knot with the stem, kiss your ass goodbye,
particles on the mud, blood sprayed on faces,
no trial to be done no lawyers paid for cases,
lucifer in your ear you don't dismiss the sound,
so when push comes to shove just hit the ground
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[Chorus] x2
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[Bridge]
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[Verse 3]
Hit the blunt, and let it roll to bed,
push off the ashes that's on ya clothes and chest,
never thought you could get stoned to death,
til I turned on CNN and seen holes in heads,
it's a messed up world we livin' in,
wonder when we start fighting or when we start givin' in,
listen in, you can hear the heart beat,
and you can hear the panic when your charts beep,
one long line, push the nostrils and breathe,
ya'll seasons the way you get on top of the beef,
or the way you change in a drastic pace,
pass out the tags, zip up the plastic bags,
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[Chorus] x2
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