[Intro: Khujo]
...on the ass end of that weed
'Cause in the SWATS, red hots don't drip or bleed
So put some fire on the ass end of that weed
Cause in the SWATS, red hots don't drip or bleed
[Verse 1: Khujo]
Cuz, you know me, giving me
Left hand dap, P-funk be riding shotgun
Escort, your window broke out, son
A cool breeze, got my lips chap, morning slap some
Soul in my breadbasket gap contain
X marks the spot, Twain, O.C., the cut laying
A slew of empty gas in my tank
A buck thirty looking ugly, think but it ain't gonna stop no show
Ol' bird putting a buzz in you ear, "It's gon' snow"
Or maybe perhaps sleet, rap up the beat
Outside barely made it to your wake
Looking like Mr. Fisher, Dickie down, no suit, no tie
Niggas ain't gonna be able to just get by no more
You leaving the hotel, 254
[Verse 2: Big Gipp]
Today was good to me
I went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar bill
Got the London Fog out the back, paid the man
Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers
On the loose, cut your ass Lo like Cee
Be under the water, half these figures around me be hollering Newt
Now what the fuck has this politician did for you?
Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change
Just rib your ass up just to gut your pockets out
I heard Bill put two G's up for some folks
That they found in they house beat up and I don't discuss
That color scheme that they fall on
'Cause the scheme that they fall on don't match with my tone
See, I wonder will I walk the streets in 1995
And not have to make bond from 254, uh
Will somebody please turn the lights on in 166
I can't see where the fuck I'm going
I can't do shit but get mad
I can't keep get Billy and his uncle out my fucking Goodie Bag
...on the ass end of that weed
'Cause in the SWATS, red hots don't drip or bleed
So put some fire on the ass end of that weed
Cause in the SWATS, red hots don't drip or bleed
[Verse 1: Khujo]
Cuz, you know me, giving me
Left hand dap, P-funk be riding shotgun
Escort, your window broke out, son
A cool breeze, got my lips chap, morning slap some
Soul in my breadbasket gap contain
X marks the spot, Twain, O.C., the cut laying
A slew of empty gas in my tank
A buck thirty looking ugly, think but it ain't gonna stop no show
Ol' bird putting a buzz in you ear, "It's gon' snow"
Or maybe perhaps sleet, rap up the beat
Outside barely made it to your wake
Looking like Mr. Fisher, Dickie down, no suit, no tie
Niggas ain't gonna be able to just get by no more
You leaving the hotel, 254
[Verse 2: Big Gipp]
Today was good to me
I went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar bill
Got the London Fog out the back, paid the man
Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers
On the loose, cut your ass Lo like Cee
Be under the water, half these figures around me be hollering Newt
Now what the fuck has this politician did for you?
Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change
Just rib your ass up just to gut your pockets out
I heard Bill put two G's up for some folks
That they found in they house beat up and I don't discuss
That color scheme that they fall on
'Cause the scheme that they fall on don't match with my tone
See, I wonder will I walk the streets in 1995
And not have to make bond from 254, uh
Will somebody please turn the lights on in 166
I can't see where the fuck I'm going
I can't do shit but get mad
I can't keep get Billy and his uncle out my fucking Goodie Bag
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