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Gangsta Pat - All They Wanna Do lyrics
[Hook] All they wanna do is smoke ya weed up Smoke ya weed up, smoke ya weed up All they wanna do is smoke ya weed up Smoke ya weed up, smoke ya weed up [Verse 1] What's up with these hoes these days, they with that shit If they know a nigga got some fire weed, they on his dick You askin' for some pussy, now you know they gon' clown Comin' around with the Swisher Sweets already broke down In the Mound with some bad bitches, they chose us Cause they see we clockin' mad riches, them hoes bust Out the box of Optimos, I started to roll Up a couple of blunts while they took off they clothes They be guns up my nose, we smoke a whole sack Every time I pass a blunt, another one's comin' back We smoked until it was all gone, they want some mo' Hear that, they put they clothes on Talkin' bout, we'll be back, we fixin' to go to the store I knew we was gonna see them triflin' hoes no mo' It's all good cause that shit there happens all the time Yes indeed, as soon as the weed gone they ready to leave, cause see... [Hook x2] [Verse 2] I got a page on my beeper from Kiesha, she gotta room Mess of friends and a dime of niggas, we comin' through And the weed man call me back Ya know I can't even move without that chronic sack and that's a fact My nigga hit me and we dropped an ounce Stopped by the store, got some Swishers now it's time to bounce When we got to the room them hoes was half naked I'm seein' t-shirts and panties thinkin' I got some records I pulled an ounce of that green and them hoes said ahhh Started flockin' and jockin' me like I was a star I started smokin' and chokin' them hoes was lookin' good And see this shit make me horny, my dick was hard as wood We smoked up an ounce now the weed is gone So I turned out the lights, it's time to get it on I'm tryin' to hop in the bed with something super status Soon as we asked for some pussy them hoes would have zapped us And no doubt, cause see... [Hook x2] [Verse 3] That's why a nigga like me ain't fixin' to do shit for these hoes But that's alright cause see I got a lil' trick for these hoes I keep two kinds a weed, one's the ink then ones the babbage My niggas gon' smoke the chronic, these hoes gon' smoke this cabbage Now we up in the studio droppin' some tracks Got bitches off in the back, my nigga rollin' the sack Twist that babbage for them hoes nigga And take it back to them stupids and gold diggers Let em' smoke all night, see how that make them feel They could have been blowin' chronic if they kept it real Now I hear em' complainin' sayin' they can't get high, they still sober But that shit be smokin' lil' mama ain't never seen that much doja I told them to the front like I'm on that ink so you know I feel kind of slight I told them bitches get the fuck out and don't come back Unless you bring ya own motherfuckin' chronic sack And that's a fact, cause see... [Hook repeated to end] |
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