Bumpin' reminiscince track for the bi***es an' playboys.
hiphoprappopotamus MC emcee kills it ham sandwich EIGHTY DOLLA EIGHTHS! FO LIFE!
I think I'm tight...SO I'M TIGHT. I'm here to show moral support to all the dope involved in the war on said dope.
Story behind the song
This was written about the first house party I ever threw at my crib. My girlfriend got drunk and cried, and I bought the largest goddamn 45-dollar ounce of weed I've seen before or since.
Lyrics
Dope ain't got sh** on some good ol' fashioned reefer and beer/stereo blastin' it was sophomore year/the first parlay at Bailey's me and Bo-Danny were blazing/we played "pick buds"--pimp at last/, but this pimp had a lady////She said "Baby/ why must the very host vacate his home alone?"/ I said " b*** I'm just hitchin' with D-Thrilla to get the zone;/ we drew straws/, 'Stevie-Boo'lost/,it's just up the road is/ ten whole minutes too long? Just hold down the fort and get loaded"////So with that being said as I peeped a silent tear down her eye/, Bo-Danny and I was cheerin' and smilin'/ "Let's go get high"/We only journeyed 3 minutes/ two miles/ city limits/ we picked up some pot from this genius O.G. named Creedence////He dropped some buds in a grocery bag/I couldn't see it-/-then I seen it/the smallest leaf was STILL as big as my penis/ that's enough to roll up at least 11 jumbo phillies-/-Creedence eyeballed us way too much this muhf*** in' kill weed!//// Got home paste haste/ "Ho ho ho"/ Bo-Danny laid the sack down/, as some clown cracked, "Where in the f*** is YOUR Safeway?"/"Pipe down, motherf*** ers, I'm bout' to molest my buds!"/Wouldn't you know it? The volume lowered cept' for this buzz/// I still could hear it,/ isolated towards the back/I went near it/the sack was open,/STILL wasn't stoned,/ wasn't havin' this weird sh** /"Here I Come", I gave heed;/what I found was just funny/my girl lying down, crying, clutching the rum in her tummy////
Hit some biddy!
Clip you a sweet!
Stick my dick up inside a frizzeak
Sip liquor til' I heave;
I got E&J's, Mickey's, the Stickiest Weed
I brought my A-Game, the ladies'll be screaming things that they hesitate to Say
