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Smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, stop off at the liquor store Get some 'yac, and we headed for the indo Smoking, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, stop off at the liquor store Get some 'yac, and we headed for the indo H-S-L be the mafia 18 wheeler, no stopping us Popular in your area Cut these moves marvelous Pardon me, I mean, pardon us Moving deep as a party bus Blowing smoke in your residence Nigga feeling quite excellent Ain't no if I or when I will Take the globe in my second hand Call me Slim Diddy, hustle man Toking and doing the hustle dance Loafin' rarely, that's when I can When I do, I'm relaxin' With two soul eaters and half a xan Savor blunts as I plot and shoot You puss' Smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, stop off at the liquor store Get some 'yac, and we headed for the indo Smoking, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, stop off at the liquor store Get some 'yac, and we headed for the indo Brrrrat! That's the sound of a gat Spray a chopper, sprayin' Uzis, blocka, blocka Bullets tearin' you just like a sheet of looseleaf Give me the loot, give me the loot, please Give me the paper, bitch, I would rather get it now than later Tired of being broke Skullfuck an alligator, make his scales into a fucking robe If I can't afford it, bitch, I'll make it on my own Fuck a hoe, I ain't got a bone to throw Used to bring a bitch to eat sushi with me Now I'm eating Mikimoto solo All these hoes know not to get in Oddy's snow globe $now Leopard keep it so cold Bitch, I gotta go, hoe, go home, don't call me Money on my mind, make my head so foggy But it could be the weed, regardless Oddy still makin' all these bitches soggy Smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, stop off at the liquor store Get some 'yac, and we headed for the indo Smoking, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, smokin' on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E Stop off, stop off at the liquor store Get some 'yac, and we headed for the indo Smoking, cheifin', I'm that reaper Demon creepin' right beneath you Call me Caesar, 9 leader Beat his head in with the cleaver I got a fever, and my sickness now is risin' quick Breaking the meter body temperature is 666 Straight jacket shawty tryna calm me with a script of meds "$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow!" All these voices I hear in my head Now cover the bed with bodies and lead $uicide known to be raising the dead Walk in my shed Feeling the dread of staring at hundreds of old severed heads
Writer(s): Jon Crawford, Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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