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Sittin on a quarter 'p of hay |
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Thangs is feelin good today. |
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I'm tore up,from the floor up |
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Sippin on some crown royal. |
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Trippin,in a circle of wood |
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Where everybody smoke they own bud. |
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Good ole' hay |
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How you feel today? |
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Fine,blowed and dandy. |
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Silly like i'm hype off candy. |
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Gotta big,thick chic named sandy. |
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In the farm in the middle of the barn |
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Where everybody's feelin crazy. |
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I went to visit granny's house. |
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Now i see why don't nobody leave. |
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We constantly,constantly,constantly smokin b's. |
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Too blitzed to even shake it off |
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But i still got my head up. |
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Coldhard finna go in the back of the barn |
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And get my big black peter sucked |
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Pass the hay you silly slut, |
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Blaze it up so i can hit that bud. |
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Git me zoned and i'll be on. |
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Cuz i love to smoke upon hay. (chorus) |
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Smokin on |
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Haaayy in the middle of the barn. |
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Smokin on |
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Haaayy in the middle of the barn. |
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The hay got me goin through a stage |
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And i just can't get enough. |
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Smokin everyday |
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I got some hay |
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And you know i'm finna roll it up. |
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Make a cloud |
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I'm gonna take my mind away from all the |
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Bullcrap. |
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Bump my sounds |
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Lay back and roll |
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Mack to the freaks that's on the road. |
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Sometimes i wonder |
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When i was blowed on the streets. |
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Anybody wanna step to me, |
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I'ma see how rough they be. |
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In this session,manifesting |
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On myp's and q's |
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Never snooze cause i refuse. |
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Inhale,exhale the smell. |
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Smokin hay all by myself. |
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Wildstle,laughin loud. |
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Wit my homies by my side. |
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If somethin jump off let it ride |
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On my square when time is live. |
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Everybody throw it up |
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Go to the barn and get some hay. |
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When i get my choke on. |
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Fool you know i'm smokin on...... |
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Hay now hay |
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We smokin up hay in the middle of the barn |
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And i'm lit up |
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Can't get up |
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My eyes are red |
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And my head is spinnin. |
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Took another pull |
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Ridin red bull |
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Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin. |
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Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids |
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And we bout to get in em. |
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Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at |
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And everything funny. |
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Gotta pause some nigga tryin' to blow my high |
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Smokin all that hay with no money. |
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Now truly this bitch wanna do me |
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So i hit the 151bacardi |
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She high like the sun |
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Thick like cornbread,and i'm ready to party. |
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That hay got me so gotdamn horny |
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But i really don't like that tramp. |
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The only reason |
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I'm poppin that coochie cause the hoe had a book of foodstamps. |
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And i got the munchies |
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I need soul food. |
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Collard greens or pinto beans. |
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If you smoke hay like the conflict do, |
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Then you know what the hell i mean. (chorus) |
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Rollin down the block |
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Car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up out dat dorr crack. |
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Got my niggas in the barn smokin on that |
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Hay stack |
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Back up on the scene from smokin herb, |
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I creeped up on the wall and all i heard. |
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Was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in |
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The hay With a funky dime word. |
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Couldn't be myself |
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Couldn't smoke wit nobody else |
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If i didn't pass it to the left. |
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Nigga would have lost my breath. |
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Open up the window 'fore i fall and faint |
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But i can't |
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Cause i roll around in dat barn ride. |
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Rollin up the hootie hoo |
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Roughest skin roller on dat west side. |
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Nigga come on in |
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I got some hay |
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Won't you close dat barn door |
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Nigga what you let them flies out for? |
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Ain't nobody to rich, we poor. |
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Lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn |
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The flies keep us chokin. |
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Thank you jesus christ |
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For all the hay you're givin us |
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Cause we'll keep on smokin'. (chorus) |
