Wildstyle - Hay lyrics

[Hook] Smokin on Hay in the middle of the barn Smokin on Hay in the middle of the barn [Verse 1] Sittin on a quarter P of hay, thangs is feelin good today I'm tore up, from the floor up, sippin on some Crown Royal Trippin, in a circle of wood where everybody smoke they own bud Good ole' hay, how you feel today? Fine, blowed and dandy Silly like I'm hype off candy, gotta big, thick chick named sandy In the farm in the middle of the barn where everybody's feelin crazy I went to visit granny's house, now I see why don't nobody leave We constantly, constantly, constantly smokin B's Too blitzed to even shake it off, but I still got my head up Coldhard finna go in the back of the barn and get my big black peter s**ed Pa** the hay you silly s*ut, blaze it up so I can hit that bud Get me zoned and i'll be on cause I love to smoke upon hay [Hook] [Verse 2: Wildstyle] The hay got me goin through a stage and I just can't get enough Smokin everyday, I got some hay and you know I'm finna roll it up Make a cloud, I'm gonna take my mind away from all the bullcrap Bump my sounds, lay back and roll, mack to the freaks that's on the road Sometimes I wonder when I was blowed on the streets Anybody wanna step to me, I'mma see how rough they be In this session, manifesting on my P's and Q's, never snooze cause I refuse Inhale, exhale the smell, smokin hay all by myself Wildstyle, laughin loud, wit my homies by my side If somethin jump off let it ride, on my square when time is live Everybody throw it up, go to the barn and get some hay When I get my choke on, fool you know I'm smokin on...... [Verse 3] Hay now hay, we smokin up hay in the middle of the barn And I'm lit up, can't get up, my eyes are red and my head is spinnin Took another pull, ridin red bull, got the goofies, can't stop grinnin Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids and we bout to get in em Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at and everything funny Gotta pause some n***a tryna blow my high smokin all that hay with no money Now truly this b**h wanna do me, so I hit the 151 Bacardi She high like the sun, thick like cornbread and I'm ready to party That hay got me so gotdamn horny but I don't like that tramp The only reason I'm poppin that coochie cause the ho had a book of foodstamps And I got the munchies, I need soul food, collard greens or pinto beans If you smoke hay like the conflict do, then you know what the hell I mean [Hook] [Verse 4] Rollin down the block Car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up out dat door crack Got my n***as in the barn smokin on that hay stack Back up on the scene from smokin herb so creep up on the wall and all I heard Was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in the hay with a funky dime word Couldn't be myself, couldn't smoke wit nobody else If I didn't pa** it to the left, n***a would have lost my breath Open up the window 'fore I fall and faint but I can't cause I roll around in dat barn ride Rollin up the hootie hoo, roughest skin roller on dat west side n***a come on in, I got some hay, won't you close dat barn door n***a what you let them flies out for? Ain't nobody to rich, we poor Lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn, the flies keep us chokin Thank you Jesus Christ for all the hay you're givin us cause we'll keep on smokin' [Hook]