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Hashblok
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Hashblok was released on January 1, 2011 by Too Lost as a part of the album Buddha Therapy
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2011
LabelToo Lost
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM114

Music Video

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Credits

Lyrics

Stickin' on two in the motherfuckin' club
Seen a fine ass bitch, told that bitch, "What's up?"
"What's your name? Why you chillin' with a lame like him?"
Got the fresh Gucci sneaks with the plain white trim
All you sideline simps sayin' shit to a mac
Gettin' money from a bitch and I pay the bitch back
With whatever she need, 'cause she know I'm elevated
Roll hash in a blunt, kick back, get faded
Servin' game to these bitches and they all love me
Sellin' yams to these bitches, chopped off the key
Got lots of trees, I done popped a "E"
And the hash so fine like apostrophe
The cops will be watchin' me so close
And I'm on point so I can't even post
Bail if I get broke, servin' up coke
But I don't give a fuck 'cause I can't be broke
Hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five
Got a yam, 'bout a gram, got peers, got fire
Custos on the dick, so you know a **** fly
Crackers try to rush but a **** too sly
Hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five
Got a yam, 'bout a gram, got peers, got fire
Custos on the dick, so you know a **** fly
Crackers try to rush but a **** too sly
Bass tricks, dancin' with chicks
On the dance floor like I'm grabbin' her hips
I'm rubbin' her thigh, she's lookin' my eyes
I'm licking her lips, she's rubbin' my thigh
She's rubbin' my dick, oh shit, 'bout to stick
Oh fuck, it's a "O", gotta flip
Next day morning, wake up calling
Hash on deck, shit, we're servin'
Down 95, blowin' trees go by
And the police pumpin' and we hear "wah-wah"
Oh shit, look at the sky, it's purple, it's brown, it's
Who the fuck cares when you lookin' down?
Blunts to the ceiling, blunts in the sky
Bitch, them kids that always drive by
Always stay paid, always stay live
Hell yeah, Metro Zu 'til I die
Hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five
Got a yam, 'bout a gram, got peers, got fire
Custos on the dick, so you know a **** fly
Crackers try to rush but a **** too sly
Hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five
Got a yam, 'bout a gram, got peers, got fire
Custos on the dick, so you know a **** fly
Crackers try to rush but a **** too sly
Got a fat booty from the Sec' on my lap
It's a known fact that I munch on the caps
Ay, like you know my ****
Swearin' you the shit, but I don't fuck with you
Will fuck your bitch so don't think twice
She happens to be just the type that I like
Damn, and she got a job
Text that bitch that I wanna go shopping
She bought me Gucci and a new camputer
You was at home on your damn camputer
Aw hell, Lofty's fresh
Already know, basehead to the death
Plus your bitch with the hash out
She won't ever let a real **** pass by
When she leaves you lonely, sobbin'
Now you gotta cop just to deal with your problems
Hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five
Got a yam, 'bout a gram, got peers, got fire
Custos on the dick, so you know a **** fly
Crackers try to rush but a **** too sly
Hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five
Got a yam, 'bout a gram, got peers, got fire
Custos on the dick, so you know a **** fly
Crackers try to rush but a **** too sly
Written by: Christopher Valencia, Robert Thompson, Ruben Thompson
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