Curren$y - Lemon Kush lyrics

Weed my shorty roll em while I'm still... Yea jets Fool ?, ?, Run your n***a right back b**hes just fell thru with the ? pack No cigars in my session, my crew don't allow that, Yea Wake up in the morning wash my face and then I brush my teeth Ain't gotta roll no weed, my shorty roll em while I'm still asleep I'm caught up in that thang, mary jane got a hold of me, environmentalist I'd hancuff myself to a purple tree, Snooty Trudy lyin to me sayin she ain't heard of me, Groupy who you foolin you know you be youtube searchin me, I'm startin to believe these freaks is pa**in by us purposely Hoping that we off on sofa seats and we palm drinks, Iz you trippin ain't no n***ah sippin nowhere close to me, Keep it pimpin Jets up over b**hes, how its pose to be, Fire red thighs with the ice so cold feet, Shot out to bangaladesh that's what it do we tryna cop a beat, You know where we at if you need um, Somewhere in the scraper with the beats up Something pretty wit me rollin weed up She dog you cuz you treat her like you need her Make sure you see my shoes I kick my feet up I made it cuz I always stay g'd up, If I said it then you know you could believe me brah We keep it way to smokin aint have no seats up b**hes flirtin s** appeal cuz we got that corvette appeal Did it independent for the record, f** a record deal. Did it for my n***ahs on the sets still at it I asked um wats good in the hood and they sayin sh** happen Wild n***ah still clappin, cheese eatahs still rattin, I seen it all before like a rerun of family matters I'm laughin at my partner, lost 5000 in that madden, my younger homie beat him, he 13 yrs old stackin, I'm watchin action jackson in the palace smokin cabbage, just relaxin mixin hashes till I feel like I know magic, I'm travelin an seein the mad jets, cashin the mint checks, We got now you got next, and I know you mad stressed How I made it thru the stress: stamina, long wind Who you think you f**in with the Jets, come on man Better clean your lenses, fool you lookin at the wrong man Stong scented weed, old cars new b**hes in the seats Yea Jets, fool.