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hotbox interlude
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Hip-Hop/Rap
hotbox interlude was released on September 22, 2023 by Smoker's Club Records as a part of the album JOINTS
album cover
AlbumJOINTS
Release DateSeptember 22, 2023
LabelSmoker's Club Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM150

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marco Plus
Marco Plus
Performer
The Smokers Club
The Smokers Club
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wealis
Wealis
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
I got a joint, man
Oh, wow, alright (Ayy, uh)
Light it up, let's get Chinese eyes, man
[Verse 1]
Raw papers stuffed with exotic weed
All day, I'm crumbling chronic trees and grabba leaves
I got the steez and the proper cheese to get your thot to please my most toxic needs
You **** copping pleas from **** tryna stop the beefs
But me, I'm not the least bit scared of your squad of geeks
Like Havoc and Prodigy, we mobbing deep
Just a group of cash-getters and ass-kickers turned into rap ****
My stacks get up, I put two hundred on the dash, ****
The racks bigger than Lisa Ann's, by feet and stance
We 'bout our business, ****, peep the stance
My style's equivalent to keys and yams
The dopest product in the country, **** geeked for grams
I'm rocking J's like sneaker fans
The shit I speak is grand
****, your lyrics and your beats is bland
Got me falling asleep as if I've eaten Xans
I'm off the hook, you **** Peter Pan
None of you suckers seeing me, but all of you suckers could see the hands, ****
I've been smoking since I was born, man, I could smoke anything, man
You know, like, I smoked that Michoacán, man, Acapulco Gold, man (Ayy, uh)
I even smoked that Tied Stick, you know? (Yeah)
Tied Stick? (Uh)
[Verse 2]
I'm in the Bentley playing Snoop, I told that **** bring the loot
If he one dollar short, I turn that **** brain to soup
**** said that he the GOAT, but that shit really ain't the truth
I said I was the GOAT and then I really came with proof
'Bout to kill all of these ****, I'm finna hang the noose
They love me like Jim Jones, they finna drink the juice
I'm killing these hoes like my nickname was Juice
I told her "This a soft-top, this shit ain't a roof"
This shit got four doors, this shit ain't a coupe
I been burning that gas, your spliff stink, it's boof
[Outro]
Nah, ****, we can't smoke that shit over here, ****
You know we only smoke real gas, ****
I can't smoke none of that bullshit, ****
What the fuck you smoking, ****?
Hell nah, ****, you better put that shit the fuck away, ****
I'ma pull out that motherfucking 'za pack, ****
All you gotta do is ask, ****, I got three-five, sixty dollars, ****, just hit my line, ****
They only sixty for you though, you know what I'm saying?
For the hoes, they 'bout fifty, you know what I'm saying?
I'm still finna get my cap, ****
Man, I could probably smoke this whole joint, man, and still walk away, man
Wouldn't be no problem at all, man
Toke, toke it out, man
Kind of grabs you by the poopoo, don't it?
Written by: MARCO PLUS
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