Bob Marley Gudda Gudda (Ft. T-Streets)

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I woke up early this morning zoning
My girl twist up the herb, we blowing
Call up my homies, they coming through with
Two lieders sprites, we [?]
My cup [?]
Ice to the rim, it's chilled up
Smoke in the air, the purple dank
Is a mean combonation, the purple drank
That's why my speach is slered, [?] smoke to calm my nerves today
Burning on the [?], [?] swerving lanes
Tonight we bring the mollys out, watch how they make [?]
Music loud, blowing loud, as the great Bob Marley talks

[Verse 2: T-Streets]
T-Streets, I'm up in this bitch, I'm blowing
Light up, [?] I keep them rolling
She can come with me if the head is golden
Neck, [?] wrist [?] strictly frozen
Me and my niggas is mobbin out
We get high, we fried without a doubt
New Orleans, the city where I'm from
Weed, money, pussy, I'm getting some
Smoking till I pearse my lungs, Streets [?]
Pop the dutch, op the clutch, smoke and watch the whip [?]
Styrophome filled up, you know what I'm sippin on
Rest in peace to Bob Marley, we blowing that killer strong
Streets!