[Producer Tag: LXST CXNTURY]
(LXST CXNTURY)
[Verse: M.C. Money]
Quick to bust a cap, that means a nigga's quick to die
That's if I can't get weed, boy, that's if I can't get high
If I see a fellow friend, if I see ya chiefin' hay
If I can't get what'cha got, then Imma blow yo ass away
Quick to bust a cap, that means a nigga's quick to die
That's if I can't get weed, boy, that's if I can't get high
If I see a fellow friend, if I see ya chiefin' hay
If I can't get what'cha got, then Imma blow yo ass away
If it's just a little (?), and not a bag of (?)
'Cause I can make that little (?) put your stupid ass in check
I'm fiendin' for that dope, them chill (?) got me chilly
A (?) through my nose, I suppose, will have me acting silly
Bud on my mind, mane, bud gets me crazy
As I inhale the smoke, I just go into a daze G
Gangsta Gold chiefin' hay, nine-mili on the side, gettin' buck
Smoked out, keep us high as a motherfucker, as she blaze a blunt up
Creepin' through the cut, with a yalk, tryna make a stang
See we is on that dizzope, so we can't do a damn thing
Saw my niggas in the click, walkin' down Shady Vista Street
We tried to make a move, but my nigga double G can't feel her feet
We gotta keep that high, as we smoke another junt or two
'Cause if you try to blow it, trick, Imma have to serve you
Paranoid, can't you tell? Inked out is what I mean
Chiefin' hay got us fucked up, 'cause we smoked out on da scene
(LXST CXNTURY)
[Verse: M.C. Money]
Quick to bust a cap, that means a nigga's quick to die
That's if I can't get weed, boy, that's if I can't get high
If I see a fellow friend, if I see ya chiefin' hay
If I can't get what'cha got, then Imma blow yo ass away
Quick to bust a cap, that means a nigga's quick to die
That's if I can't get weed, boy, that's if I can't get high
If I see a fellow friend, if I see ya chiefin' hay
If I can't get what'cha got, then Imma blow yo ass away
If it's just a little (?), and not a bag of (?)
'Cause I can make that little (?) put your stupid ass in check
I'm fiendin' for that dope, them chill (?) got me chilly
A (?) through my nose, I suppose, will have me acting silly
Bud on my mind, mane, bud gets me crazy
As I inhale the smoke, I just go into a daze G
Gangsta Gold chiefin' hay, nine-mili on the side, gettin' buck
Smoked out, keep us high as a motherfucker, as she blaze a blunt up
Creepin' through the cut, with a yalk, tryna make a stang
See we is on that dizzope, so we can't do a damn thing
Saw my niggas in the click, walkin' down Shady Vista Street
We tried to make a move, but my nigga double G can't feel her feet
We gotta keep that high, as we smoke another junt or two
'Cause if you try to blow it, trick, Imma have to serve you
Paranoid, can't you tell? Inked out is what I mean
Chiefin' hay got us fucked up, 'cause we smoked out on da scene
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