Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec
My brain is high like newark new jersey do car thefts
I'm high, when i sag my 2 black guys
I would be brief but my karl kani's didn't dry
I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps
My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps
So ***** how you roll a blunt? aiyyo, how you roll a blunt
Flip the script on some other **** like how you roll a cunt
Now, i smoke the maui, wow-wee
Then i'll be back for me, i'm sure, like al b.
Go uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the dungeon
Go back to jerz and smoke with diezel don
Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number
That cause me to set it off just like that club record
Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience
The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar
And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all
That got good herb for all you boys and girls
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my phillies from knapsacks
Hey yo i didn't know your nickel bags come that fat
Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked
Catch the local to the a to the buddha to my vocals
And i, set the world on fire
You swore to god you was mixed in bom-ba-zee
The rhymer bombs squads and mc's like hank shocklee
From fifteen to fifty-fifth i ran all through the blocks
I set it off jock, i light a blunt for my ***** d
That's doin three pack, now where i get the hash at
You can't **** with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract
Past that, i'm rough like mcgruff on dust
Yeah i'm tellin ya
Now just throw your blunts up in the **********in air
Smoked out with ****** from north newark to montclair
I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms
Cause i got soul like james brown and rock m&m
One of the america's most blunted
Smoked out with mc eiht and compton most wanted
Ninety degrees, smoke with l.o.d. on the island
Then back to stat, to smoke more packs with the shaolin
I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger
But it didn't work, because they lee nails got longer
But the **** is good for when you're mackin
And girls can front it off like they don't know **** that happened
I know what happened, i told her, back, nick that ************
So check!
My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras
Leave you on your back like godzill did gamera
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec
My brain is high like newark new jersey do car thefts
I'm high, when i sag my 2 black guys
I would be brief but my karl kani's didn't dry
I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps
My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps
So ***** how you roll a blunt? aiyyo, how you roll a blunt
Flip the script on some other **** like how you roll a cunt
Now, i smoke the maui, wow-wee
Then i'll be back for me, i'm sure, like al b.
Go uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the dungeon
Go back to jerz and smoke with diezel don
Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number
That cause me to set it off just like that club record
Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience
The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar
And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all
That got good herb for all you boys and girls
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my phillies from knapsacks
Hey yo i didn't know your nickel bags come that fat
Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked
Catch the local to the a to the buddha to my vocals
And i, set the world on fire
You swore to god you was mixed in bom-ba-zee
The rhymer bombs squads and mc's like hank shocklee
From fifteen to fifty-fifth i ran all through the blocks
I set it off jock, i light a blunt for my ***** d
That's doin three pack, now where i get the hash at
You can't **** with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract
Past that, i'm rough like mcgruff on dust
Yeah i'm tellin ya
Now just throw your blunts up in the **********in air
Smoked out with ****** from north newark to montclair
I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms
Cause i got soul like james brown and rock m&m
One of the america's most blunted
Smoked out with mc eiht and compton most wanted
Ninety degrees, smoke with l.o.d. on the island
Then back to stat, to smoke more packs with the shaolin
I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger
But it didn't work, because they lee nails got longer
But the **** is good for when you're mackin
And girls can front it off like they don't know **** that happened
I know what happened, i told her, back, nick that ************
So check!
My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras
Leave you on your back like godzill did gamera
📝 纯歌词版本
Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec
My brain is high like newark new jersey do car thefts
I'm high, when i sag my 2 black guys
I would be brief but my karl kani's didn't dry
I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps
My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps
So ***** how you roll a blunt? aiyyo, how you roll a blunt
Flip the script on some other **** like how you roll a cunt
Now, i smoke the maui, wow-wee
Then i'll be back for me, i'm sure, like al b.
Go uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the dungeon
Go back to jerz and smoke with diezel don
Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number
That cause me to set it off just like that club record
Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience
The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar
And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all
That got good herb for all you boys and girls
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my phillies from knapsacks
Hey yo i didn't know your nickel bags come that fat
Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked
Catch the local to the a to the buddha to my vocals
And i, set the world on fire
You swore to god you was mixed in bom-ba-zee
The rhymer bombs squads and mc's like hank shocklee
From fifteen to fifty-fifth i ran all through the blocks
I set it off jock, i light a blunt for my ***** d
That's doin three pack, now where i get the hash at
You can't **** with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract
Past that, i'm rough like mcgruff on dust
Yeah i'm tellin ya
Now just throw your blunts up in the **********in air
Smoked out with ****** from north newark to montclair
I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms
Cause i got soul like james brown and rock m&m
One of the america's most blunted
Smoked out with mc eiht and compton most wanted
Ninety degrees, smoke with l.o.d. on the island
Then back to stat, to smoke more packs with the shaolin
I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger
But it didn't work, because they lee nails got longer
But the **** is good for when you're mackin
And girls can front it off like they don't know **** that happened
I know what happened, i told her, back, nick that ************
So check!
My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras
Leave you on your back like godzill did gamera
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec
My brain is high like newark new jersey do car thefts
I'm high, when i sag my 2 black guys
I would be brief but my karl kani's didn't dry
I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps
My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps
So ***** how you roll a blunt? aiyyo, how you roll a blunt
Flip the script on some other **** like how you roll a cunt
Now, i smoke the maui, wow-wee
Then i'll be back for me, i'm sure, like al b.
Go uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the dungeon
Go back to jerz and smoke with diezel don
Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number
That cause me to set it off just like that club record
Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience
The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar
And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all
That got good herb for all you boys and girls
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my phillies from knapsacks
Hey yo i didn't know your nickel bags come that fat
Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked
Catch the local to the a to the buddha to my vocals
And i, set the world on fire
You swore to god you was mixed in bom-ba-zee
The rhymer bombs squads and mc's like hank shocklee
From fifteen to fifty-fifth i ran all through the blocks
I set it off jock, i light a blunt for my ***** d
That's doin three pack, now where i get the hash at
You can't **** with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract
Past that, i'm rough like mcgruff on dust
Yeah i'm tellin ya
Now just throw your blunts up in the **********in air
Smoked out with ****** from north newark to montclair
I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms
Cause i got soul like james brown and rock m&m
One of the america's most blunted
Smoked out with mc eiht and compton most wanted
Ninety degrees, smoke with l.o.d. on the island
Then back to stat, to smoke more packs with the shaolin
I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger
But it didn't work, because they lee nails got longer
But the **** is good for when you're mackin
And girls can front it off like they don't know **** that happened
I know what happened, i told her, back, nick that ************
So check!
My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras
Leave you on your back like godzill did gamera
I get mad wicked (mother****ers around) and catch a bad one by the funker
Cause my brain is twisted, so i **** the biscuit
Cause b***h boy's thick, so...
Yo, if this ******* ****** cant get it live
Get him the ****** out and let doc take the job
I guarantee hardcore funk for three months
Warranty within...
Mic check,
I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise around the planet, pack em in like
Janet Jackson, she's askin if...
(You can do it～)
Until the break of dawn,
Life life,
Cannot go by the letter,
Time time,
Prozac can make it better,
Noise noise,
Any kind will do,
Can...
Meth-Tical
Biggie,Biggie Uhh uhh uhh
Yo c'mon Big uhh
**** that,I preach it, my nine reaches
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabba...
I get mad wicked (************* around) and catch a bad one by the funker
Cause my brain is twisted, so i **** the biscuit
Cause that's thick, some sa...
(feat. Canibus, Guess Who, Rah Digga, Redman)
Yeah, State vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residing
Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in viol...