(I got that sticky fool, ha ha, what nigga?) I got that sticky-icky bubonic chronic (bubonic chronic...) for your shizzle nizzle in your grizzle/ Nigga, fo' sheezy/ I got that sticky-icky bubonic chronic (bubonic chronic...) for your grizzle nizzle, fo' shizzle/ Nigga, fo' sheezy
Bizzy Bone
Ooh-ee! Nigga got the good sticky weed/ We dampen the Swisha, pass it to my nigga/ Motherfucker better pick up your gun; You better prepare/ Got my eyes closed, let the smoke go everywhere, 45 on the freeway, nigga, give me leeway/ Higher than a kite when I'm rollin' through the alley/ Pass me a Black and White/ But that's my boy cauze me and his skeez is tight/ And the weed is lime green, better catch it for my chronic seed and it was callin' me/ Oh yeah, I can't wait till this sh*t's in the air, smoke anywhere/ High, hell/ A little bitty nigga that was sellin' the rocks on the Claire and the devil is here and he wants your soul to rot with his in hell, hell/ Till again they can put a nigga in jail when I'm just tryin' to get high/ But I used to sell and now I leave it alone cauze I'm doing well, well/ I never sold out, I can do what I want to/ My baby momma want money? I never hold out/ Hey, b*tch hold up/ You tried to leave me all fortied up/ You got me fucked up/ No doubt, I'm blowin' up
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Bizzy Bone
Wrappin' the crack and the dice/ Like when I did on Brackland and Lil' B The Dopeman/ And Lil' sold crack and crack, man/ Humilitation to the black man, black man/ My momma smoked weed, my daddy smoked weed, hell, we all smoke weed/ So I'm havin' my fun so give me what me need, baby/ I like it and got up in High Times/ I even got it down for my nigga on 99/ Down for the crime, nigga don't let the cops come cauze I'd be runnin' with mine like we got rock/ Feelin' fine and my heart's already runnin'/ I got the drama, hear them steady comin'/ Uh come on {inhales} What you wanna do? Throw you away all day everyday, hey! Fuck attitude shit/ I got thangs to do/ A nigga really got kids and bills with the crew/ I'm a pay them, nigga you already knew/ Baby father, I call on my trues/ How does it relate to weed? Fuck the weed, relate to me; A real nigga with the T-H-C, and no G-H-B/ These are the last days roll me to sleep come on, come on
I'm ready for the war/ Still got time to let the weed cure/ Watch for the women with S-T-D sores, less than the rythym, I got to get some/ And full of adrenaline, a new millenium/ What am I drinking? I'll be in the back with titanium/ Damn, what's this shit I'm smoking? The weed got a motherfucker thinking, yeah/ Up, jump in the cab and rush/ What? We can't catch the bus? I'm goin' to see my broad and fuck y'all niggas, I'm in the love/ Ain't nobody fin' to stop me, dog/ What's with the dreads? "You might wanna be mindin' your bizness there, yellow man" Hey man fuck you nigga/ A nigga to the hood, dog, I got the weed, I'm gonna break the bread, yeah/ On the freeway coastin' like we was ridin' the limo, fuck that/ Windows was tinted, it's me, menace license with crushed grass {laughs} Tell the fetish, we puff-puff and pass-pass (give it back) and I'm still on point, I got my mind on the hour glass (you know it) and why the fuck you not drivin' fast? Hurry up, I got ass to mash and I'm there