Lyrics:
christian in a bad little somethin to my whole weed
(Whole Weed)!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Juicy "J"]
First my nigga call the freak
tell her she got dick to eat
higher
I don't wear Jordan's but I smoke J's
Yeah I light it up like every day
I go puff puff
No need to pass
Cuz I'm all by myself
And I'm having a blast
We trippy, mane
It's ya boy Juicy J, y'all can't fuck with Meg, man
Y'all can't fuck with her
Here, hit this weed
Hit this weed, my nigga
'Cause
Hey nephew what you want to
Do this weekend bro
I want to smoke some weed
Don't worry bro
I gotta ya
I gotta ya
Times ticking
Times 4:20
Acculkid
jusqu'à l'infini
J'traverse les ères comme Jordan VI et Tacchini
J'met des crampes tah CR7 à Platini
Ça sonne comme un putain de drive-By sur Compton
niggas in the wrong way (not at all)
We secured by jobs smoking J's all day
He gon watch us and the homie don't play (don't play)
Yea we livin' life
what's beef?
Me I'm like what's weed?
Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know.
Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke.
And I'm thanking my
Nah, he cool with me, he's cool with me
Oh, he loves you
Honey, open up a bottle of brandy
Better yet, have a piece of Cool J candy
And sweat
Nah, he cool with me, he's cool with me
Oh, he loves you
Honey, open up a bottle of brandy
Better yet, have a piece of Cool J candy
And sweat
it's your boy, Juicy J, yeah
Pullin' up and rollin' up
Smoke out in exotic trucks
Model chicks that like to suck
With lots of spit like Daffy Duck
she can’t fit in
Roll a juicy j, she be dancin till mornin
Bands all on her face, she the head of her money
O por O por
Stacking to the ceiling
nigga?
Talk about how many hos, clothes and bank rolls we got
Who we got in here?
Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black
Lord Infamous and me,
nigga?
Talk about how many hos, clothes and bank rolls we got
Who we got in here?
Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black
Lord Infamous and me,
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia!
It's goin down
[Chorus: x4]
Fire Smoke I'm High Joe
Eyes Low Smoke Somethin
I Just Want To Smoke Somethin
Roll A J And Float Son
Fired Up And Pass It Around
When It's Done Got
Pound of weed you can smell it by the door
Palm trees you can have this all season
I'm balling and the niggas ridin' with me
Is ready for whatever, ready
Juicy J he ride, it's the gang or die
The game will stress you out but that's what this dubie is for
You acting like you know me now
Never knew me
weed
If you wanna throw a frisbee, Twan'll be your teacher
The first thing we gotta do is smoke a little reefer
Pack up a bowl, or roll up the first J
every day,
I wanna smoke some weed and roll me the J,
Thankya Jesus! (Thank you Jesus!)
Thankya Lord! (Thank you Lord!)
For lettin' me live another
it wit Meg
420 my J holiday smoke a good spliff til it put me to bed
I keep me like 4,5 blunts ready cuz niggas gon pull up with reg
And think they
Fuck you (*echoed*)
(chorus 4x)
Get Buck Get Wild
Lets Tear This House Like Down
Lets Tear The Club Up Thug
Lets Do This Stuff Right Now
(Juicy J
She save me the pussy, and I got her gushing
It's juicy juicy, it's juicy like gushers
The ball in your court, I'm Kobe at Ruckers
Friday rush hour, I
Sure is cloudy today
I said weed real loud
Window's real low
I can't put it out
Surrounded by the smoke
I ain't seen a drought
Nigga never no
Roll
beef?
Me I'm like what's weed?
Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know.
Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke.
And I'm thanking my refer chief
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