Lyrics:
to the mountain top, MLK day
To the streets I speak my piece like an A.K
47 To 87 to the hundreds
Jewels I could run it for the hunted and the blunted
Dreams
Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Rolling Stones on the blunted was the boss
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Roll up a bag of that
blunted
Take me if you want it to the Ho-Jo
Up all night like (No-Doz)
Yes, I got the feeling, feel me flow
Don't ask me if I'm nasty, freaky deaky
it
Turn it up and get blunted
I'm like fuck the money, fuck the fame
I came here to fuck up the game
Gon' get it, I'm feelin' myself
Fresh
it, bitch, I run it
Worldwide tours, type of shit I always wanted
While the rest of 'em just worry about bitches and getting blunted
Still that same
a valentino flow
These Givenchys cost me thirty-three hundred
I pop a Dom P while my niggas get blunted
Tell Berner break up the P while Wiz roll up the weed
bitch, I run it
Worldwide tours, type of shit I always wanted
While the rest of 'em just worry about bitches and getting blunted
Still that same
see how life has changed
I'm blunted, you wanna see life's meaning?
On the radio, Al Green, while Mom's cleanin'
Mom's singing along with the songs
the Midwest blunted
Pitchforks held high, four fifth by the stomach
You can find me right now, on the C.A. streets
I'm on the roof, of the building, shooting
up the Cohiba getting blunted by the pound
I made it to the top, who thought I rubbled from the ground
Bird city, who holdin' it down, me and my man
Last week, I copped my lil' shorty some kicks
That cost 29 hundred, homey you don't want it
My ears stay flooded like your man stay blunted
My
4/5
Like let a nigga trip, naw we ain't runnin'
We just takin' all ya chicks, buyin' drinks gettin' blunted
Groupies, show you how to do this son
y'all)
Das EFX, EPMD, and Ice Cube (hey y'all, hey y'all)
House of Pain, funky blunted ass white dudes (hey y'all, hey y'all)
Cypress Hill, yeah,
4/5
Like let a nigga trip, naw we ain't runnin'
We just takin' all ya chicks, buyin' drinks gettin' blunted
Groupies, show you how to do this son
Golden
Blunted Voy, Ecko
Dame el soplete
Ey, ¡hey!
Swing, swing (swing)
A la pista le pongo swing (ajá, swing)
Bajandolo' como angry birds
Pew
me
I'm in love with bitches that don't love me
Need 5 chains on a nigga no slave
Can’t remember shit, I been blunted all day
Don't share no blunts,
ready I'ma be there in a minute yeah
Getting blunted in the Uber window tinted yeah
Five stars for the driver 'cause he wit' it (yeah)
'Cause he wit'
the continuation of the saga running like lava
Gunning and robbers I'm blunted with mobsters
Packing choppers so sophisticated still a shortstopper
Constantly a dope
lobby blunted
And I don't even smoke nigga, ain't no joke
Niggaz cat fighti' with Jigga, kickin' sneaky shit
Makin' little tapes but keepin' it secret
you just put it on me
[Dr. Dre]
We back, we mack, stay blunted
Knee pads, yo hoes they wanted
Penthouse two o'clock eleven hundred
It ain't no
We back, we mack, stay blunted
Knee pads, yo hoes they wanted
Penthouse two o'clock eleven hundred
It ain't no fun if I can't reroute your hoes in this
the stack and give hundred a call
I referred to when you pissy drunk, blunted and all
Tellin me she humpin harder than why'aaaall
Got got - three niggaz
see the doctor
Nigga wanna fight I got a motherfuckin chopper
I'm in the back gettin blunted with thugs
Whole city walk through, they give me kisses
[Lil' Wayne]
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin', black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see the left hand
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