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Dirty - Yean Heard lyrics
[Chorus] It's that weed, reefa, marijuana, herb down here we call it that wood off in tha south YEANHEARD (repeat yeanheard 9 times) [Big Pimp] Now it's that weed, reefa, marijuana that got me twisted Hell we runnin' that wood awfuly somethin' good so we stay blistered Off that thunder birdy yac Dirty rolled dem auctimo's by the pack cuz' they bust so slowly And credited a sack from Pimpy Small cuz' you know he know me Hold on now that blunt comin' my way so high you hit it for me Plus you baby sittin', shit you tryin' to hog all the dope Nigga stop runnin' off at cho mouth for you run out all this smoke But yet you wonder why you don't get high yo eyes aint red You off up in hea hittin' that wood like yo bitch ass scared You aint no chiefa foreal I peeped yo ass through the rear view mirror You in the back hittin' that dope like you smokin' a black And if it aint none of that killa cream then that dope aint no fiah We roll em' fat like snicker bars and blow that smoke in the sky And that aint no lie cuz' we some Dirty niggas born to die Hell I can't tell, it seem to me like we was born to get high And raise hell off that [Chorus x 2] [Mr. G] I don't know that yall bitches smokin' on in the east and the west But I know down south shit my niggas smoke the best We chief that wood wood bitch you know that good good That greenchy green get cha high off in my hood hood My eyes be low, my throat be warm, and plus it's half way numb And if I hit that thing too hard that smoke calapse my lungs Yall don't feel me, that's that shit my niggas blaze in the Gump And if you aint hittin' no wood like that you must been smokin' bunk Now what cha rollin' wit |
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