36 Chamber Flow

Overload, I'm overgone Time to get this paper on Freddy Mozarelli, modern day Fonzerelli Or DMX and Belli I'm still smooth though Rick Rude ho, never played the full roll Psychedelic renegade, higher than the other day Free your mind, or get trapped in yesterday Eyes low, tell me what you wanna do OG puffa, nigga I will not lose I toke a lot, I loke a lot With the Flocka, word up to Big papa You Craig & Meg floppers I'm smokin' like a rasta New York diesel, get proper I'm cliché, but this is my forte Weed stay strapped and I'm packing like Green Bay I'm a giant, André rack alief I'm a monster, no Kanye required Ready to die track 17 I'm suicidal Ran out of Dutchie so we use the paper out of the bible Ready to die track 17 I'm suicidal Ran out of Dutchie so we use the paper out of the bible Smoking exotic piff, running an exotic bitch Eyes low, chronic spliff Pussy wet, watch it drip The high life I'm living It ain't sinning if you winning Every day is haze blunts, scandalous women True tall, I spit the art Hunting money is my favorite sport I walk the walk and pussy is something I never bought I need a bad bitch, with really good features We too high up, you never ever reach us No bleach sex, I fuck her in the bleaches You know I like them chink eyes, thick thighs Shirley Temple weave Hair look like curly fries Who needs a gimmick, got real nigga features Who needs a diamond ring when there's crystals on ya reefer