CunninLynguists - Sticky Green lyrics

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CunninLynguists - Sticky Green lyrics

Yo, yo, we got some fire up in here wooo, yo yo you hear that sh**? yo you here that sh**? Those are my n***as right there, yo I love these n***as yo We be puffing heavenly and heavily till it affects our memory by the time I'm 70 I'll probably forget my identity from excess of cloudy days and a habit behavior foggin out my veins every day from the way that I blaze the vegetation that probably come from Jamaica and cuban paper writing lyrics and catching vapors Gracious, thankful for gifts that god gave us Mic sk**s for rippin stages and getting famous Splittin vegas insert em with cripel regs cuz anything else will probably knock me flat on my an*s like that strange dust that force you to act insane dust that do make you wake up the next morning in handcuffs can't blame us, it helps me relieve my angers relaxes my brain, plus takes me through different chambers gets me lit like Vegas, hittin it hard like Genghis Khan Oh it's WEED, no sticks no stems no seeds Just some of that sticky Green Do you know what I mean? Oh it's WEED, no sticks no stems no seeds Just some of that sticky Green Do you know what I mean? I'm a weed addict like Mr Menace Blunt to the face sippin a guinness Start talking don't even finish the sentance Like the other day when I was... see what that lot does Now leave the drunk rapper alone Let me enjoy my buzz Handlin strickly trees and licks that got me ramblin Understand me when I say about them damn d** I ain't a fan of them and that you can quote me on Call me Sir Smokealot or Smokey One While others be watchin the sunrise Waiting all night till their coke be gone That's a habit that'll have you broke beyond recognition So a cracker like me just bless the ism Respect the wisdom of that sensimi, although it got me off track with a lack consistency That get high once more efficiently and some one-bedroom efficiency Me and marriage got a history but it's fake love and got me missing the point smoke a joint, the realm of reality seems a mystery I smoke like a stove, eyes half closed f** around with some ho, smell reefer all over my clothes mumblin out my jaw mouth, stumblin about to fall out just enough energy left to call out "yo son get a Dutch I'm all out" Weed fascinate, so hand me the weight I roll the leaf, then pa** the plate and I'll begin to procrastonate responsibilities f** that sh**'ll have to wait Hand me over a back son Free co in the gym for protection half hour I'll be stressed without a question roll the next one WEED SMOKERS roll the next one I said roll it up, light it up, smoke it up INHALE, EXHALE I said roll it up, light it up, smoke it up INHALE, EXHALE everybody I said roll it up, light it up, smoke it up INHALE, EXHALE everybody I said roll it up, light it up, smoke it up INHALE, EXHALE Oh it's WEED, no sticks no stems no seeds Just some of that sticky Green Do you know what I mean? Oh it's WEED, no sticks no stems no seeds Just some of that sticky Green Do you know what I mean?

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