Lyrics:
a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with
Cuz I'm the chill one, known to get ill one
They stepped to the Hill "What's up?", I had to kill one
Now
shit
Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with
'cause I'm the chill one, known to get ill one
They stepped to the Hill "What's up?", I had
album sales peak? Uh
All I wanted was to sell like five hundred
And be a ghetto supastar since my first album Blunted
I used to work at foot locker,
This is something for the blunted
Somebody say cheeba everybody
Cheeba, cheeba y'all
Somebody say cheeba everybody
Cheeba, cheeba
Somebody say
somethin' for the blunted
Just what you wanted, so you can feel the high
Smokin' the buddha thai
Lungs expandin' and now you're feelin' it
Yeah, The Funky
a gun in it, Nas is runnin' it
I stay blunted, I'm the project's most wanted
My voice is like magic
My cassette is the clip and your radio's
to find some peace of mind
What spots my eye, a cutie pie
My time is yours if you want it
We can get loose, get right or get blunted
We'll be kickin' it,
and Wayne two G's
Like twenty hundreds and we keep the semis blunted
And we live like brothers from another
So fuck with him and Mack gonna react like you
running
Yea bitch nigga running
I'm heavily blunted me and my gun loaded
She riden with me till the motha fucken road end
Yea and it be like that
I don't
i may
smile up in your face but aint your friend homie jump
out the fifthhundred like
run niggas dont want it did it done it when im blunted
how
disgusted with all my habits
Too many Aspirin tablets, empty medicine cabinets
Loosing battles to wack rappers 'cause I'm always too blunted
Walkin' up in
of hundreds, these niggas know that we run it
We never blunted
Smoking them raws cause we raw
Never flaw, fly as you ever saw
Real life we riding real cars
want instead of the shit that they wanted
Can't get blunted 'cause it ain't no fun
Said I got a lotta pressure, but the boy weigh a ton then some
blunted, that's why your bitch came
And she stay, she ain't scared that I got felonies
Love a country nigga, with the pot
Teachin' hoes my new recipe
She
and murdered something
Club filled with dead bodies
If not then you a zombie, I'm not gonna feel sorry
You pass out from it, get drunk, get blunted
Do what you
blunted in the new six-hundred with the big rims on it
We rock rocks that'll light ya shoulders
Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see
and murdered something
Club filled with dead bodies
If not then you a zombie, I'm not gonna feel sorry
You pass out from it, get drunk, get blunted
Do what you
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
We throwin out
and my homies gon' smoke and when we get done we gon' get blunted
And after we handle our business, we gonna chase after some honies
Nobody fuckin move,
crib
My motor in the rear, Margiela sneakers shiftin' gears
Blunted cookies, boy I have my ear
My bitch calling back-to-back talkin' 'bout "where you
big numbers
Do the math now, cover the sum
I come from the slums, we come for the funds
Like run it
Under the sun where niggas livin' they life blunted
survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under
Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy
Got
and blunted
That's how we front it, but you don't want to run up on it
Inside the club packin', actin',
Got my bitch at home see-sackin', got my ones
you cared
I'm leaning to the right
The light is where I'm running
I thought I wanted life, drunk, sexed out and blunted
But all I really wanted was
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