3.Weed Hand
Chorus：
Sometimes da game got me stressin partner I can't lie. I roll me
a sweet smash off n da ride a whole piece I aint never lied. I
put my weed hand in da sky. I put my weed hand in da sky. I
respect it for da luv of life. A whole piece I aint never lied.
I put my weed hand in da sky.
V1：
The smokes killing off my lungs and appendix. It's baby bash the
modern day jimmy hendrix.Deep down in texas, dope house is so
relentless. The fluff is endless. Smokin wit my lawer and my
dentist. Feelin stupendiss wanna come to my quarter stacks.
Smokin on greener reef. Singing boby to dem older cats.(bobby
brown)Dem dolger sax, wit a coffee grinder at my mercy. Dun
rolled a lax wit a highspeed chasers ones dat coudn't curch me.
Cotton mouthed and thirsty gotta keep my spirit lifted though.
My spiritual, lyrical, it's hydromyrical. I'm comin visious
though, wit a fully loaded off dat durby. Feelin so worthy cuz
my vacume lungs are like dat curby. and don't desturb me when
I'm floatin to my foriegn land. You no fo' sho' I keep my pipe
in my weed hand. My weed hand is something I don't disrestpect.
Your weed hand throw it up and represent your weed.
chorus：
V2：
I'ma gonna admit it and you know I'm weeded it. Begin his life,
got his only one and split it. Lit it up wit my nephew. And now
I'm floatin. My crown is broaken. Soakin up my soal. Sippen
styraphone cups. Choken now I'm low. If you ridden on us dats
cool but pass da dro. Diamonds flyin and you just had to go. Cuz
u dun cast da vote. And I didn't even get a hit. n
No not even a little bit. So now help me get rid of dis. Baby
girl don't disrespecr the luv. And I can't see dat. Ask where we
get the best of bud. Put up ur weed hand.
Chorus：
V3：
Man I been gone since way back b4. I hit da bong pack up a bowl.
I'm too damn high don't pass me no mo'. I blazed you all since
long b4. Stayin high I'm on a note. You can smell da bom all on
my clothes. Man look at my eyes they bout to close. I'm choken
dudes up out hte room wit my weed hand in the sky. I'm stayin
blowed on octamodes and I'm leanin half da time. I'm stayin high
and I hustle fool. Don't be at home up on my ass gotta get up
and glock sum cash.
Hoes thinkin they gonna smoke for free. But not wit a young
P.I.M.P. Just cuz I'm young don't mean I'm dumb. Red microphones
now blaze sum of dat greener-e. And pour up sum of dat purple
stuff. Down here we sipping and blowing. Ya I no u herd of us.
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