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Original bwoy on your scene
ha ha ha!
Everybody light your blunts get your on

All you bitches drop your drawers, stinkin' ass (stinkin' ass)
roll that weed (roll that weed) just roll that weed (roll that weed)

Ayo yes it's me the MC Grand
Spittin' that Newcleus I suggest you On It
I'm not a role I cracks the Beck's bottle
Smoke blunts, play pretty MC's as sex
So inhale, exhale, what you
Derail the blind MC off my trail
If he use braille, see I never touched
Regulate the street then parlay in the cut
Uhahh, lay back and hit this while I shit
Flip this, get some ass flow at distance
And I pack nine inches in my britches
And keep an lit for the funky ass bitches
Newark, New on the map, comprende?
And start from the blunts and the Reme
And if any, MC out there to test
Call my boy Poppa see to put a in your vest

Check, I walk around the street with the black tec
By the waistline, kickin' the shit
So turn the volume up a
And the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your speakers pop

Check, I walk around the street with the black tec
By the waistline, the hype shit
So turn the volume up a
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your pop

Ow, I'm just one hip nigga
Shit is off the hook my crew is in the mixture
What I deliver, tracks and rivers
Is your lungs collapse and quiver, it's the
PPP in your ass
We be the bomb that Oklahoma blast
outlast, a few clowns, sounds
Raps, stay bein' the like Dru Down
Ask me what I and I say, "It's the method!"
off the hook I leave shit disconnected!
What's the of that town rollin' up trees?
(Jersey up the bom ba zee!)
It don't stop, you better move
I make that wet and cozy
Then dip low-key OG's
Then inject that antidote to you OD
You a better flower get the dough G and show me
I bet you I make em pussy than Jonsy (meow*)
And em How High I am just from the nosebleed (How High)
I keep it By Nature
Kick that rugged shit Maybelline could make-up, lace up

(Yeah Doctor, represent one time for all the blunt smokers)
weed
(Yeah yeah, yeah, it's how we do)
Let me you go oh! (oh!)
Smoke (smoke lalala)
Let me you go oh! (oh!)
lalala (smoke lalala)

Funk Doctor, got your ass locked proper
Let me next blast derelicts,
I'ma at War, smoke blunts, don't Chewbacca
The head banger boogie for the shoppers
Lace the tracks with of artifacts
Make the police arrest me for givin' the
'Cause I'm the shitter, headbanger
Twenty a day nigga, Land-cruise whipper
I represent, commence to an instrument
next to get that ass bent ten percent
I make you boo pass off your you lose 'cause
(I am so cool cool)
opponent, I Got Five On It
Met hoochie, now I got fifty-five on it
With two Coronas, I dominate my
To the niggaz, keep on! (motherfucker)

Check, I walk around the with the black tec nine
By the waistline, the hype shit
So turn the volume up a
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, your speakers pop

Check, I walk around the with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype
So turn the up a notch
And the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your speakers pop