we burn source covers like fuckin Cypress Hill did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still shady records you better believe the hype is real this is no joke, I don't smoke
and 50 and Em Then what? Detox drops what we got then So now our whole camps is running around scrambling over what to do Gambling everytime we put a record
my drawers Yo, SUCK MY BALLS! All I wanna do is choke a bitch Roll up a jimmy and smoke the bitch I dropped outta school and I quit my job All I wanna
is a chick to hold a jimmy like Meth and Mary, like, Marvin and Tammi, unnnh... Now understands we can't be stopped From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta
Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty! Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty! [Repeat 2x] [Verse 2] (Bun B) Straight up outta
Island A man came to the stage one night He smoked a big cigar Drove a Cadillac car And said, "Boys, I think this bands outta-sight Sign a record company
call her back twice. - Your sister said you're broke She said: "When you left, your ears was full of smoke! " Chokin' on a cigarette you don't even smoke
Bitches+ and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out _Machine Gun Funk_, from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke
Swollen wit minds that got stolen Fake-ass cops, uncontrollable patrolmen Torture, blood flow like bodies of water Fathers sexually assaultin they own daughter Out of sync, outta
[4x] I got my diamonds exposed [Verse 1: Paul Wall] Well it's that grain gripper That hold the throne I'm straight up outta dat third coast I split cigars
to the mic - bro Vanilla Ice does it right And what I'm sayin' is - Yo! Ya suckers frontin' what ya wantin' is for me to fade Thought I was outta here
wanna see what I do, nigga these crazy niggas be loco What about South Park Mexican, that's my partna from Hillwood Everybody know that I be balling outta control, smoke
pray Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a discussion my past records