Cause I got a spliff "Yeah, son, tryna smoke this weed. What you gonna do with that? Better off dead, just thought I would mention [Verse 2: It was really tasty I'd say, you know? That can't even get you a burger cuz, with cheese! Please support the artists by purchasing related recordings and merchandise. 
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Could throw us down, you know what I'm saying?
Third eye frequency like Jesus be. Zombie Juice] It's Instrumentals but breaking them all for those. Could throw us down, you know what I'm saying? I'll see you in hell. So you say who is he, Belligerent, move away.
G Tearz Lyrics by Flatbush Zombies - Lyrics On Demand
That can't even get you a burger cuz, with cheese! Um, I got really high and I wanted to smoke another one. So God bless the dead, Juice made them die and.
Black Music Factory mr. Meech got the dreads, one before my bread. And why ever would you want to live forever? All lyrics provided for educational purposes only. Meechy Darko] Is you gon' cry or die, run and hide Or look the reaper in his eyes and fight for your life I consider mine self-righteous suicide Baby wipe those tears, please dry your eyes And I ain't need this shit but it's pleasant And why ever would you want to live forever?
Better off dead, just thought I would mention. I consider mine self-righteous suicide.
So I said, hey, bro, are you tryna smoke weed? I want mine, no rights I'm not blind. I'm saying we the hope, I'm saying we the dopest.
Every new trend these artists jump like ropes.
It was really tasty I'd say, you know? And yeah, I definitely rolled that blunt. Middle finger to the law, excuse my bad habit.
G Tearz Lyrics by Flatbush Zombies
What you gonna do with that? I'll see you in hell. Erick Arc Elliot] If labels are in a panic, rap should be reprimanded I rap like I'm on a canvas, keep treading, keep hearing Call Betty up, side chick or tele-slut Spark the sinsemilla, I dig the stench like teaz sixth sense Laid shorty light marble floor, connoisseurs Call it karma killing or we call it war, my conscious be that sensible Instrumentals but breaking them all for those Who can't grasp, another body leaving his soul So God bless the dead, Juice made them die and Meech got the dreads, one before my bread So you say who is he, Belligerent, move away Got many maneuvers I ttearz you in two, today nigga Really are you inferior to my mirror, you slipping Aware that I'm tripping, don't even give me reason to listen to rap I rap talent with my pants sagging Middle finger to the law, excuse my bad habit [Hook] [Outro: If labels are in a panic, rap should be reprimanded.
Cause I got a spliff "Yeah, son, tryna smoke this weed. It was really tasty I'd say, you know? We should smoke" Uhh, okay, sure. Baby wipe those tears, please dry your eyes. No shame, no history, no name. That can't even get you a burger tearzz, with cheese! I tie around your neck nigga, choke nigga choke.
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