Mr. Cheeks - Puff Harder lyrics

I'm from the Lost Boyz! Yeah you know me know Know when to roll them Know when to smoke them Know when to put down see po-li [Jugga] Now what's that I smell, It ain't our town I think stinkin a** Mary wanna smoke wit us, she got a Dutch? Spill her blood guts, sk**in up I quick a line green, sticky to the touch Got me pickin pennies up for good luck You supersticious? No a little too permiser But a hair plant chase it with ucalyptus Now you hit this, I'm spittin like I'm bout to pitch I look down, my spit mad white like Dick Van Dyke FDA want us to fire pill Man I'd rather buy a phil and start the fire drill Jokers got jokes, I bet Mister Broke-off Had a toe off, the choke boss, everybody do they thing Some people get high and it's exceptable Other people get high and rob First Federal You better leave that stuff alone young breed You look at me ain't nuthin poppin but the seed in my tweed Chorus 2X: Puff harder, Puff harder Puff harder, puff harder [Mr. Cheeks] On the late night creeps, me and my teams we love the streets Got the bottle of that green from our peeps We on the New York scenery, that took four hours to Get to that greenery You know what that mean to me Grab the back from the back, startin freestyle to a track I got my trees and some congac Me and my team, jigg to d**h, j**elry shine We hot bottom line, it's LB Fam for the 99 And beyond, don't get upset cuz we on We heard enough of that garbage, n***a now we gone We don't want four fifth, carry shine dub Kickin it with Smitty, smoked out sized lined up What's the verdict? I know you know the situation Still holdin, me and my team we still rollin Fruities in the smash, and us n***as gettin cash Comin off full blast, n***a where the gra** at? Chorus 2X Hook 2X: You got chocolate, I got hydro Mix it with that sticky green and better get my eyes low [J-Drama] Cypher movin come on, three paws and pa** You gettin happy with my trees like I got tons of gra** Roll up, stop frontin and burn some of that chocolate Mix with that sticky green with that and squak it Tell me how you like it, from here it smells good If it ain't to your pleasure, I got 'dro and backwards Another drink, bartender to hennecy hit the spot You ain't got to love the fam, just watch how we rock I puff pot and keep my head low from the cops I walk from any hood it's straight John Blaze ya block I'm J-Drama baby, I stay blowin the ganja baby Me and the marley smoke mad bags of marijuana baby JnJ and LB, in the year 2G Optimose and backwoods, but my dutches burn with ease Fella please, you ain't ready to puff I got you O.D.'ing and puffin up your lungs and stuff, what Chorus 2X