Twist It, Hit It, Lite It DJ Paul (Ft. Crunchy Black & Lord Infamous)

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[Hook: DJ Paul] 4x
Grab me a Swisher
Cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's that, that's that

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
I puff White-Willow
With the pretty purple candy coke (Coke)
Swisher like a woodgrain burnin'
Real slow while I choke (Choke)
Nothin' less than the ink
That the Scarecrow inhale smoke (Smoke)
Take a cigar, split a swiss
And take a hit of 'Dro ('Dro)
Scarecrow da dope roller
Only doja down my throat (Throat)
Ganja, I spark it
Like a magic carpet, I float (Float)
I burn more Cigarillos
Than the Ku-Klux-Klan burn crosses (Crosses)
I like it while I'm on that drank
The yellow-purple sauces (Sauces)
I'm smokin' like a hooptie
With a raggity-ass muffler (Muffler)
Just call me magic dragon
Lord's a motherfuckin' puffer (Puffer)
Livin' like a hustler
Only neon-green brocolli (Brocolli)
Keep a punch bowl full of weed
You niggas can't out-party me (Party me)
Can't start nodding off that lean
And that greenery (Greenery)
Fly in outer-space, Heavenly
It's the potency (Potency)
Chronic city, Funky Town
Is where the Scarecrow from (From)
Y'all like getting high
But in Memphis we get real slum (Slum)