Have been known to croak
Unless them toke of its the bomb
For those who think life is unfair
Cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin there
Then Ill roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows
In my chair as I sit back
Smiling from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriends hair
Yes, shell blow one tonight fo yo sorrows
Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene
Money shot to a Three movies
But everythings straight like 9 15
Its back to the time machine, I believe
Back to the rhymin, back to the stick
Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick
Slap, yall nigga better think that was it
We everywhere, beithc
Like the air you breathe
Got em stuck like Chuck into what we weave
Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead
Best believe Ill change the steeds
Take the lead, change the speed
Slow it down just for the sport
Nigga, one of my favorite rappers
Happens to be Too Short
Now everybody wanna sell dope, sell dope
Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes, nope
Jesse Jackson had a lil bit of hope, for the folks
On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo, eighty fo
For those who think life is unfair
Cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin there
Then Ill roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows
Just to let you know that everything is straight
I say stank you very much cause we appreciate the hate
Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin with a great
Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste
Kill yourself like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title
My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival
Like the Bible or any other good book that you read
Why are 75 of our youth readin magazines?
Cause they used to fantasy and thats what they do to dream
Call it fiction addiction cause the truth is a heavy thing
Member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, Im still speakin about it cause New Orleans aint clean
When we shout Dirty South, I dont think that is what we mean
I mean, it mean the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we reign supreme
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds
B-I-G-B-O-I, nigga, please
For those who think life is unfair
Cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin there
Then Ill roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows
In my chair as I sit back
Smiling from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriends hair
Yes, shell blow one tonight fo yo sorrows
Dont want no girlfriends
Just need my dope
I just need my dope
One foot on the world when
Im behind in my smoke
Im behind in my smoke
On the back burner
You can just simmer around
But on the front burner
You betta burn, a fat one
Roll it up, fire that shit up
A fat one, fire it up
A fat, fat, fat one
This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but dont choke on
Its the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak
Unless them toke of its, the bomb
Bombardin the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come
Came and went, hind bells spent, bent
Take another huff and puff and choke and toke
Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and
Pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a joint
Cause this is the dope-on-dope, some good shit
Yeah, lean back and puff slow
This is that dope-on-dope
Smoke but dont choke on
Its the shit, clearly blunt junkies