Hey, yo, hold on, hold on, yo.
I know I have more than you do.
As a matter of fact, this ain't even my shit right here, yo.
I don't know who left this shit right here, yo.
Yo, yo, hold on.
Yo, yo.
Wait a minute.
This got seeds in it.
I need that three bowls of cereal weed.
We're the highest guaranteed.
and great ideas.
The snare sounds Christmas.
I'm high fucker whisper.
Anybody got a gimmick with it.
Just give me the shit and split.
You wanted them eye drop, hit the red out, scary smokers.
I ain't got high with stock brokers.
Spray some Febreze on my clothes.
Even my funeral suit is sour.
Nigga, I've been waiting an hour.
You said you was at the light.
I'm outside.
I don't see you.
In fact, you dead.
My other weed man's in style.
The weed man ring the bell.
I'm coming downstairs.
The neighbors complain, but guess who fucking passed?
They just mad because they can't get there.
This shit smell good.
You can tell by the hair.
This is personal smoke.
Now, nobody's personal.
The weed man ring the bell.
I'm coming downstairs.
Neighbors complain, but guess who fucking passed?
I don't know.
They just mad cause they can't get this.
This shit smell good, you can tell by the ass.
Personal smoke now.
Nobody stands.
Nigga, I wrote a masterpiece.
Masterpiece.
Phrases and phases of sinister plot But I got too high, fell asleep and forgot That's why at least I wrote the first piece
And each next piece of chicken, at least that's the story to what I'm sticking.
Riding on the A train, a pocket full of sour.
From uptown to BK takes about an hour.
Got the whole car leaking.
It's my smoke for the weekend.
I'm high while I'm saying this.
You should be high while you're playing this.
And then we'll meet in the middle, make some midnight pancakes and eggs on the griddle.
Watch good times when Penny got burnt.
Selma kept my head turned in 3D high vision.
Made the decision to roll with the fronto.
Got smashed pronto, but not above the limit.
Take two homies crushing the high.
When I was in the high, wonder how I got by.
Eat a whole piece of pie and a piece of pie.
Then jumped on your niece, Patrice from Bed-Stuy.
The weed man ring the bell, I'm coming downstairs.
The neighbors complain, but guess who fucking passed?
They just mad cause they can't get gas.
This shit smell good, you can tell by the hash.
This is personal smoke, now nobody's pissed.
The weed man ring the bell, I'm coming downstairs.
Neighbors complain, but guess who fucking passed?
They just mad cause they can't get gas.
This shit smell good, you can tell by the hash.
Personal smoke now.
Nobody says.
Yeah, I'm talking about places I know, y'all.
You know?
Like when they had the Tyson, like when it was on, like Cronin and Aberdeen over there, like.
Like when they had the body bags on the east side, like it was 45th.
Like it was the OJs up at Post when they had from the Bronx.
They had the beef and broccoli.
You get one half of the beef and the other half of the broccoli.
Like when it was 3-2, 3-2 the location, 113th Street.
Talk about up the hill on like Amsterdam when it was YTC up that end,
All the way to Black, Puerto Rican, and Dominican.
LES crew, when I was going downtown on Avenue D, getting that good, good grade.
You know what I'm saying?
Fonz, where you at, my nigga?
Word up.
Branson.
That's what it is, y'all.
Yeah.
Africa House Juice Bar.
Yeah.
