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| Song: | Laced With Hash |
| Album: | | Genres: | Bay Musik |
| Year: | | Length: | 306 sec |
Lyrics:
Aww no (yea) Here we go again One smokin (here we go again) Back in Sebastopol, (Sebastopol) with my hash friend, (My hash friend) Smoov-E, (Smoov-E) understand me? Smoov-muthafuckin-E And me M-D From the V
I come from a place where the dope fiends base And it's hard to keep the rollers out your face Keep a strap on your lap in the back in the sack And a fat Zapco for the bass X, sex, latex Leather coats by avirex Icy fools in nike shoes We pay to win and don't like to lose A lot of Cal-bred cats in Cal bear hats Lookin for some chassy on the loose Gold-diggin bitches tryin ta get you for ya riches Now tell me ain't that the truth Tennis shoe pimpin, ain't no simpin, nigga try to get it hella quick We rhyme, grind, all the time, sometimes might pull a lick It's hella hoggish slightly doggish From September till the end of August Its MD in the place to be Back with my cutthoat Smoov-E
When I'm weedless I'm a fiend And I need this
We smokes (we smokes) our grass (our grass) And sometimes it's laced with hash (not laced with hash) They shakes (they shakes) they ass (they ass) And sometimes we take they cash (we take they cash)
I want you to take me to yo house (yo house) Put some Isotoners on my feet (my feet) Pay for the wheels on my wagon (my wagon) You know Pick up the tab on the pants I’m sagging (I’m sagging) Cause that’s what you need to do (that’s what you need to do) Like that girl (like that) That’s what you need to do
You by yourself, didn't bring sacs Can't hang with E and all the Macs With no head n shoulder You think your getting cold but boy it gets colder Boulder bash your expectations Hot with heat with a kind of relations You live a dream but you ain't got heem Tell me you a baller but you ain't got a team Can't break a bitch, no skill Ho better bring me my pills You can't play me with ya old Mercedes Gotta give something for the grown man gravy Hazy baby come with cabbage Three new broads is a weekly average A young mac know the dick to the purse Hit it from the back Climbing in reverse She had high socks and skirt like a nurse She wasn't that fine but it sure gets worse Night start slow with a quick finish Hash to the head with an Old English Wiggle what ya momma gave ya Don't mind my behavior Wiggle what ya poppa gave ya Don't mind my misbehavior
We smokes (we smokes) our grass (our grass) And sometimes it's laced with hash (not laced with hash) They shakes (they shakes) they ass (they ass) And sometimes we take they cash (we take they cash)
Her name was Rhonda, she liked marijuana And let me hit in the back of her Honda That Afghani, hash come in handy With a hat to the side, big D in the ride, talk you out yo' panties Her name was Rhonda, she liked ganja And let me hit in the back of her Honda That Afghani, hash come in handy With a hat to the side, big D in the ride, talk you out yo' panties
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