Final Tic lyrics - Crucial Conflict
[Hook x2:]
C-H-I-C-A-G-O
It's the final tic and here we go
Forget about them other styles
Conflict kicking rodeo
[Verse 1: Kilo]
Once upon a time
In the land of gang bang mentality
When we drop quick
Final tic clik
Fatality is reality
When the sunset
We blaze this hay
In the midst of a Conflict that's Crucial
Here we become bogus on the hunt
Notice how we speak this bump
If you wondering what is rodeo
THEN SADDLE UP!
For a different adventure
A journey to Chicago
Westside where the hood lie
'95 bound, we talking bout shit
Of a different plane
Secret loan hear we bang
The rooting tooting shooting maniac
Banging gats blunted high
The gat going up tonight giddy up
We copping that game at the drop of a dime
Cause really where I'm at
Scandalous, peeping the foes
You gotta know the signs
Load 'em up fast time running out
Turn 'em in turn 'em round
For the Conflict
If youz a snitch you betta get a grip
And come equipped for the Final Tic
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Cold Hard]
You know again it's on in the motherfucker
Still riding, my style is based on rodeo
Crucial Conflict what they hollering
They spooky now nigga let's turn it on
Fuck it burn shit
Let's fight till we hear that final tic
Kill till we kill each other clik
Bitch, you was talking crazy
But now we finish up your damn mouth
Send your bitch ass back down south
Let you know that your ass out
Niggas playing these games like a lame
Get they ass whipped
Beat up and slapped around
Broken legs twisted hips
Two eyes shot two busted lips
Teeth knocked out two busted whips
Bloody body up for gives
That's the life you chose to live
Now what's up wid that tough shit
I knew your ass was just a bitch
Drop you down just like a bomb
And you got the Final Tic
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Never]
Nigga this the final tic
Calm bitches done made him mad
Bust a cap and jump back and it's on
And I'm gone and got a damn thing to say
Push push and push one more motherfuckin' time
Fuck a bitch fighting ain't the same no more
So I got the stinking hoe
Push that bitch 6 under zero
Who to roll mile though for Chicago
Kicking down the door wid the rodeo
C-O-N-flict trigger happy got the bomb
Up in the barnyard
Smoking on hay everyday in the Chi-Town
Had you throw down wid rodeo fever
And we got our mind made up
Give a fuck what the next man say gotta make it
Let me get down and take it
To that other level, petty ride
Who doing the killing
Presuming to killing the villain
I'ma meet you on that other side
Born to kill a man gotta kill a man
Born to ride and ride and roll in thick
I'ma come on up so you betta get ready
For the last and Final Tic
[Hook]
[Verse 4: WildStyle]
This is the final tic
I didn't mean to show my ass hoe
But I can't be soft coming off nasty
Willing woulda killa nigga if you wanna
Make it out alive kid you might die
I could fuck up your homies
Everylast one a y'all is a free fall ah no
Dynamite all around me
In ten more seconds we all might be gone
Four tons a death
You can't escape the Conflict
Wid the rodeo when you explode
It's overloading the flow
If you know woulda known
Betta pray cause it won't be no more
Did you wanna be blindfolded
Pressure, all around make you feel it
I'ma villain I'ma kill it
Final tic tock quick
In the room and smoke it
Close you eyes and hold on tight
Don't try to fight it's on tonight
Bet a motherfucker now won't touch that mic
Cause he might get this dynamite
Grabbed your face trying to get away
Conflict done dropped the bomb bitch
Straight from C-H-I, we never die
You know I talk that final tic
[Hook x6]
C-H-I-C-A-G-O
It's the final tic and here we go
Forget about them other styles
Conflict kicking rodeo
[Verse 1: Kilo]
Once upon a time
In the land of gang bang mentality
When we drop quick
Final tic clik
Fatality is reality
When the sunset
We blaze this hay
In the midst of a Conflict that's Crucial
Here we become bogus on the hunt
Notice how we speak this bump
If you wondering what is rodeo
THEN SADDLE UP!
For a different adventure
A journey to Chicago
Westside where the hood lie
'95 bound, we talking bout shit
Of a different plane
Secret loan hear we bang
The rooting tooting shooting maniac
Banging gats blunted high
The gat going up tonight giddy up
We copping that game at the drop of a dime
Cause really where I'm at
Scandalous, peeping the foes
You gotta know the signs
Load 'em up fast time running out
Turn 'em in turn 'em round
For the Conflict
If youz a snitch you betta get a grip
And come equipped for the Final Tic
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Cold Hard]
You know again it's on in the motherfucker
Still riding, my style is based on rodeo
Crucial Conflict what they hollering
They spooky now nigga let's turn it on
Fuck it burn shit
Let's fight till we hear that final tic
Kill till we kill each other clik
Bitch, you was talking crazy
But now we finish up your damn mouth
Send your bitch ass back down south
Let you know that your ass out
Niggas playing these games like a lame
Get they ass whipped
Beat up and slapped around
Broken legs twisted hips
Two eyes shot two busted lips
Teeth knocked out two busted whips
Bloody body up for gives
That's the life you chose to live
Now what's up wid that tough shit
I knew your ass was just a bitch
Drop you down just like a bomb
And you got the Final Tic
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Never]
Nigga this the final tic
Calm bitches done made him mad
Bust a cap and jump back and it's on
And I'm gone and got a damn thing to say
Push push and push one more motherfuckin' time
Fuck a bitch fighting ain't the same no more
So I got the stinking hoe
Push that bitch 6 under zero
Who to roll mile though for Chicago
Kicking down the door wid the rodeo
C-O-N-flict trigger happy got the bomb
Up in the barnyard
Smoking on hay everyday in the Chi-Town
Had you throw down wid rodeo fever
And we got our mind made up
Give a fuck what the next man say gotta make it
Let me get down and take it
To that other level, petty ride
Who doing the killing
Presuming to killing the villain
I'ma meet you on that other side
Born to kill a man gotta kill a man
Born to ride and ride and roll in thick
I'ma come on up so you betta get ready
For the last and Final Tic
[Hook]
[Verse 4: WildStyle]
This is the final tic
I didn't mean to show my ass hoe
But I can't be soft coming off nasty
Willing woulda killa nigga if you wanna
Make it out alive kid you might die
I could fuck up your homies
Everylast one a y'all is a free fall ah no
Dynamite all around me
In ten more seconds we all might be gone
Four tons a death
You can't escape the Conflict
Wid the rodeo when you explode
It's overloading the flow
If you know woulda known
Betta pray cause it won't be no more
Did you wanna be blindfolded
Pressure, all around make you feel it
I'ma villain I'ma kill it
Final tic tock quick
In the room and smoke it
Close you eyes and hold on tight
Don't try to fight it's on tonight
Bet a motherfucker now won't touch that mic
Cause he might get this dynamite
Grabbed your face trying to get away
Conflict done dropped the bomb bitch
Straight from C-H-I, we never die
You know I talk that final tic
[Hook x6]
Showdown lyrics - Crucial Conflict
[Threats, fighting, and drum loops in background]
[Chorus]
Niggas laying down on the ground,
it's a showdown.
Don't you come around trying to clown,
it's a showdown.
Niggas laying down on the ground,
it's a showdown.
Don't you come around trying to clown,
it's a showdown.
Listen up all you damned dare varmints
it's finna be a showdown.
Better flee the scene
that's on the real,
better keep that head down.
Pick a bigger strap, better come equip
and don't trip cause I'm bout to let it loose.
Pullin' out a pocket knife
will get you snyped
and you know niggas is gonna have to shoot.
Could it be that I had the loot
in a mood for bustin' chickens
nigga thought he had him a sweet vic
but he had him a schizophrenic.
Better have that itchy for the homicide
aint no love, I'ma let it ride
now it's gonna be a showdown.
On the lowdown,
better stay inside
trippin' cause a nigga gonna die
if Billy Joe didn't tell that lie
he would still be in the barn.
Instead, he got buckshots in his right side.
Ms. Hay she cooked as punkin pie.
Gettin' high in the fuckin' barn
the showdown it was all good,
and I came home with that smokey gun.
[Chorus]
Wait a minute,
hold up now,
who want confrontation.
Punk ass nigga, you run with a clique,
ha, I ride with a nation.
And I'm bustin',
not to mention I'm cappin' every nigga
on your deck, so don't sleep
to make you stifle.
Got a rifle with a scope,
you can't cope when the Conflict's on the creep.
You came to closed to the style partner
can't fuck with the rodeo.
Here we go, wild westside,
gitty up, move em out,
head for the hills
I'ma let it ride.
The trick didn't know about the gangbang boogie
'til it fell on the floor wit a ass full of lead.
No need for calling out your momma name now
son-of-a-bitch you dead.
On your mark,
get ready,
set trip,
I'm comin' wit a nine millimeter motherfucker
block bam,
my shit never jam.
Like a hoe you fold
when I stuck you snipin
off a building
gangbangin' is an everyday thing.
Runnin' down on a hoe down,
gotta low down,
it's a showdown,
nigga bout to go down,
slow down!
[Chorus]
I'm just a bogus nigga
fuck that nigga next to me.
You get that ass dropped quick
never had no love
now you wanna challenge me.
Fuck yo chief
we got some beef.
When I die, it's gonna be a gang fight
I'ma be the nigga that take your life
pop your ass
say nighty-night.
Born to do some damage
I'll be damned if I let a motherfucker
even think he rough.
Blaze that bitch
and bust him up.
Pussy motherfucker I'ma take your stuff.
Shit is out of pocket man,
but all this shit is finna change,
cause when I come this time
I'ma show you a nine aint no joke,
I'ma kill you some more,
and show them fools Wildstyle aint no hoe.
And if I die we all gotta go
bad thing about it,
I don't give a fuck,
wondering what I'm livin' for
face to face with a nigga that I hate.
I'ma meet you on the hellground,
look you up in your eyes and spray,
smoke you in the showdown.
[Chorus]
A motherfucker told me it was gonna be a showdown.
When I came around I was up for breakin' motherfuckers down.
Fuck it niggas wit it
let's rock the town,
flee on the scene,
now what's up baby.
Car full of niggas straight lookin' shady
came to loot
better have what you gone shoot,
cause we straight actin' crazy.
C-O-N Flict nigga
that's what it is when you tote them triggers
gangbangalistic father figure.
Daddy to the niggas that think they sucker,
yeah.
It's a showdown,
not just my hood, but town from town
making motherfuckers recognize the flavor
coming from Chi-Town.
Yee-Haw!
Be quick to draw
pick a nigga meat up out with a chainsaw.
Make a nigga see what he never saw.
Crucial Conflict comin' at you raw
for a showdown,
we don't play around.
Motherfuckers gone die
we gone kill 'em up pal.
Motherfuckers playing these damn games,
kill 'em up in the showdown.
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Niggas laying down on the ground,
it's a showdown.
Don't you come around trying to clown,
it's a showdown.
Niggas laying down on the ground,
it's a showdown.
Don't you come around trying to clown,
it's a showdown.
Listen up all you damned dare varmints
it's finna be a showdown.
Better flee the scene
that's on the real,
better keep that head down.
Pick a bigger strap, better come equip
and don't trip cause I'm bout to let it loose.
Pullin' out a pocket knife
will get you snyped
and you know niggas is gonna have to shoot.
Could it be that I had the loot
in a mood for bustin' chickens
nigga thought he had him a sweet vic
but he had him a schizophrenic.
Better have that itchy for the homicide
aint no love, I'ma let it ride
now it's gonna be a showdown.
On the lowdown,
better stay inside
trippin' cause a nigga gonna die
if Billy Joe didn't tell that lie
he would still be in the barn.
Instead, he got buckshots in his right side.
Ms. Hay she cooked as punkin pie.
Gettin' high in the fuckin' barn
the showdown it was all good,
and I came home with that smokey gun.
[Chorus]
Wait a minute,
hold up now,
who want confrontation.
Punk ass nigga, you run with a clique,
ha, I ride with a nation.
And I'm bustin',
not to mention I'm cappin' every nigga
on your deck, so don't sleep
to make you stifle.
Got a rifle with a scope,
you can't cope when the Conflict's on the creep.
You came to closed to the style partner
can't fuck with the rodeo.
Here we go, wild westside,
gitty up, move em out,
head for the hills
I'ma let it ride.
The trick didn't know about the gangbang boogie
'til it fell on the floor wit a ass full of lead.
No need for calling out your momma name now
son-of-a-bitch you dead.
On your mark,
get ready,
set trip,
I'm comin' wit a nine millimeter motherfucker
block bam,
my shit never jam.
Like a hoe you fold
when I stuck you snipin
off a building
gangbangin' is an everyday thing.
Runnin' down on a hoe down,
gotta low down,
it's a showdown,
nigga bout to go down,
slow down!
[Chorus]
I'm just a bogus nigga
fuck that nigga next to me.
You get that ass dropped quick
never had no love
now you wanna challenge me.
Fuck yo chief
we got some beef.
When I die, it's gonna be a gang fight
I'ma be the nigga that take your life
pop your ass
say nighty-night.
Born to do some damage
I'll be damned if I let a motherfucker
even think he rough.
Blaze that bitch
and bust him up.
Pussy motherfucker I'ma take your stuff.
Shit is out of pocket man,
but all this shit is finna change,
cause when I come this time
I'ma show you a nine aint no joke,
I'ma kill you some more,
and show them fools Wildstyle aint no hoe.
And if I die we all gotta go
bad thing about it,
I don't give a fuck,
wondering what I'm livin' for
face to face with a nigga that I hate.
I'ma meet you on the hellground,
look you up in your eyes and spray,
smoke you in the showdown.
[Chorus]
A motherfucker told me it was gonna be a showdown.
When I came around I was up for breakin' motherfuckers down.
Fuck it niggas wit it
let's rock the town,
flee on the scene,
now what's up baby.
Car full of niggas straight lookin' shady
came to loot
better have what you gone shoot,
cause we straight actin' crazy.
C-O-N Flict nigga
that's what it is when you tote them triggers
gangbangalistic father figure.
Daddy to the niggas that think they sucker,
yeah.
It's a showdown,
not just my hood, but town from town
making motherfuckers recognize the flavor
coming from Chi-Town.
Yee-Haw!
Be quick to draw
pick a nigga meat up out with a chainsaw.
Make a nigga see what he never saw.
Crucial Conflict comin' at you raw
for a showdown,
we don't play around.
Motherfuckers gone die
we gone kill 'em up pal.
Motherfuckers playing these damn games,
kill 'em up in the showdown.
[Chorus]
Desperado lyrics - Crucial Conflict
Whee-hee-hee-hee!
[Chorus]
Desperado. Can't help it. I just can't let it ride
wanted dead or alive.
Desperado. Gunsmoke makes me strive.
Bogus way of life.
Who the hero? Who the villian?
When I'm sterrin down the block
fools wanna try why
fly what they ridin'
on the tip of a rider slidin'
somebody gotta die
on the frontier.
Cruisin' but watchin' for a hit
cause the hood be on
shoot em up
everytime I look around
something goin' down buck buck
somebody got popped
stop drop
hollow point tips hard to dodge
when you lookin' down your enemies barrel
you wish your apparel was camaflouge
booyaw what you gone do now
I got my crew pal
and weese wrangla's
what I got in my chamber
will rearrange ya
goddang ya
will hang ya
death wish wanna play
under lasy under lay
can't help it when I spray
break out if you stay
you're gonna pay in a bogus way
I'll blow your skull hollow
now if you follow
that's your choice and you're
gonna feel sorrow
death hard to swallow
you rodent
here todasy gone tomorrow
shouldn't fuck wit a...
[Chorus]
In the streets it's a game
niggas try to get a name
but ah,
I don't fuck with em
when I hit em with the shit to make em wanna
squash it,
watch it.
Ride off through the valley
leave em in the alley.
Stankin' bitch who gone trick
no witnesses
I rush the vic
two times in the shit.
I laid em, miss
he was acting like he had something
I got pissed.
No whif.
A nigga said that he was at you
what you gone do
strap up black hoody up and
bit the dust
a hard head make a soft ass,
so I'm gone blast.
Watch a motherfucker last.
Shoot it
don't baby food it
you got something nigga
you'd better use it.
Threatning a nigga with a gun
it aint fun
you caught one.
Three off from the back
gotta blow my guns
woo-woo
with a glock
make your ass stop.
Attack again
won't come back again
fuckin' him up like a bitch.
Bustin' at him quick
reachin' for your shit
try to get away from me
you getting hit
you dig.
Better move your kids
I'm at this nigga
and I don't wanna do it,
but I'm wanted
so fuck it
I'm ready to drop em
shit
I got em.
[Chorus]
Who can help but to be scandalous
cloned a vandalist
but aint havin' shit.
Boom. Buck. Buck.
Who's next to get fucked up.
Chump
gotta lot of rowdy niggas
wannt get your body stunk.
Steppin' in the middle of a motherfuckin' blizzard
where niggas are livin' and copin'
and rooftop scopin'
at ass
too fast
sufferin' succotash.
Quicker to bust and blast
take em up off the map.
Now you wonder why it's on
it's on,
cause a motherfucker didn't play like that.
Start the shit
the Conflict we attack right away.
To be exact
now you wanna squash it.
Uh-uh
it's a rumble
only way we gone end it
when you on your back
kick off and ripped off
til shit aint attached.
Itch through the dirt
like a bitch bad with crabs.
Yee-Haw, Yee-Haw
Desperado rollin' out
I'm wanted for millions
for hanging up scabs.
Take that
bust off cannon then haul ass.
Bogus way of life.
But life get the last laugh
no chance to glance and dance.
Shit in your pants
your leavin' the land
hit your whole clan
with they guns in they hand.
Mission is finished
and victory flawless.
[Chorus]
Gunsmoke from the Chi
never with a crew
and it's Flict and die.
Gotta' put em up
put yo hands up right now
clap
I'ma snap
react and serve my pack
or punch a punk dumb
here I come
with the Flict
renegade and raw dope'll split
heads.
Come equip or get rip with
lead
never dis
dat strap so what's next
we can get down
rumble or tuggle around
what you got
you gotta give it your all right now
pal
or get piled with pow
you foul
we buckwild
get on up you got one false move.
It's Chi for now
we down to change the rules.
Buddy done got his nutty split
sent off a bit
now he got some conflict
got a thousand grams of mac
Wildstylian with Hiddian the Yak.
What else you need to justify trials of the Flict
cause the Flcit'll straight kick it off
somethin' proper dopper know you can't stop a
poppin'.
Steady mobbin' straight up knockin' you noggin.
Tell me what you got, I'm starvin'
bring it on nigga
you trigger happy
I'ma desperado.
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Desperado. Can't help it. I just can't let it ride
wanted dead or alive.
Desperado. Gunsmoke makes me strive.
Bogus way of life.
Who the hero? Who the villian?
When I'm sterrin down the block
fools wanna try why
fly what they ridin'
on the tip of a rider slidin'
somebody gotta die
on the frontier.
Cruisin' but watchin' for a hit
cause the hood be on
shoot em up
everytime I look around
something goin' down buck buck
somebody got popped
stop drop
hollow point tips hard to dodge
when you lookin' down your enemies barrel
you wish your apparel was camaflouge
booyaw what you gone do now
I got my crew pal
and weese wrangla's
what I got in my chamber
will rearrange ya
goddang ya
will hang ya
death wish wanna play
under lasy under lay
can't help it when I spray
break out if you stay
you're gonna pay in a bogus way
I'll blow your skull hollow
now if you follow
that's your choice and you're
gonna feel sorrow
death hard to swallow
you rodent
here todasy gone tomorrow
shouldn't fuck wit a...
[Chorus]
In the streets it's a game
niggas try to get a name
but ah,
I don't fuck with em
when I hit em with the shit to make em wanna
squash it,
watch it.
Ride off through the valley
leave em in the alley.
Stankin' bitch who gone trick
no witnesses
I rush the vic
two times in the shit.
I laid em, miss
he was acting like he had something
I got pissed.
No whif.
A nigga said that he was at you
what you gone do
strap up black hoody up and
bit the dust
a hard head make a soft ass,
so I'm gone blast.
Watch a motherfucker last.
Shoot it
don't baby food it
you got something nigga
you'd better use it.
Threatning a nigga with a gun
it aint fun
you caught one.
Three off from the back
gotta blow my guns
woo-woo
with a glock
make your ass stop.
Attack again
won't come back again
fuckin' him up like a bitch.
Bustin' at him quick
reachin' for your shit
try to get away from me
you getting hit
you dig.
Better move your kids
I'm at this nigga
and I don't wanna do it,
but I'm wanted
so fuck it
I'm ready to drop em
shit
I got em.
[Chorus]
Who can help but to be scandalous
cloned a vandalist
but aint havin' shit.
Boom. Buck. Buck.
Who's next to get fucked up.
Chump
gotta lot of rowdy niggas
wannt get your body stunk.
Steppin' in the middle of a motherfuckin' blizzard
where niggas are livin' and copin'
and rooftop scopin'
at ass
too fast
sufferin' succotash.
Quicker to bust and blast
take em up off the map.
Now you wonder why it's on
it's on,
cause a motherfucker didn't play like that.
Start the shit
the Conflict we attack right away.
To be exact
now you wanna squash it.
Uh-uh
it's a rumble
only way we gone end it
when you on your back
kick off and ripped off
til shit aint attached.
Itch through the dirt
like a bitch bad with crabs.
Yee-Haw, Yee-Haw
Desperado rollin' out
I'm wanted for millions
for hanging up scabs.
Take that
bust off cannon then haul ass.
Bogus way of life.
But life get the last laugh
no chance to glance and dance.
Shit in your pants
your leavin' the land
hit your whole clan
with they guns in they hand.
Mission is finished
and victory flawless.
[Chorus]
Gunsmoke from the Chi
never with a crew
and it's Flict and die.
Gotta' put em up
put yo hands up right now
clap
I'ma snap
react and serve my pack
or punch a punk dumb
here I come
with the Flict
renegade and raw dope'll split
heads.
Come equip or get rip with
lead
never dis
dat strap so what's next
we can get down
rumble or tuggle around
what you got
you gotta give it your all right now
pal
or get piled with pow
you foul
we buckwild
get on up you got one false move.
It's Chi for now
we down to change the rules.
Buddy done got his nutty split
sent off a bit
now he got some conflict
got a thousand grams of mac
Wildstylian with Hiddian the Yak.
What else you need to justify trials of the Flict
cause the Flcit'll straight kick it off
somethin' proper dopper know you can't stop a
poppin'.
Steady mobbin' straight up knockin' you noggin.
Tell me what you got, I'm starvin'
bring it on nigga
you trigger happy
I'ma desperado.
[Chorus]
Hay lyrics - Crucial Conflict
Sittin on a quarter 'p of hay
Thangs is feelin good today.
I'm tore up,from the floor up
Sippin on some crown royal.
Trippin,in a circle of wood
Where everybody smoke they own bud.
Good ole' hay
How you feel today?
Fine,blowed and dandy.
Silly like i'm hype off candy.
Gotta big,thick chic named sandy.
In the farm in the middle of the barn
Where everybody's feelin crazy.
I went to visit granny's house.
Now i see why don't nobody leave.
We constantly,constantly,constantly smokin b's.
Too blitzed to even shake it off
But i still got my head up.
Coldhard finna go in the back of the barn
And get my big black peter sucked
Pass the hay you silly slut,
Blaze it up so i can hit that bud.
Git me zoned and i'll be on.
Cuz i love to smoke upon hay.
[chorus]
Smokin on
Haaayy in the middle of the barn.
Smokin on
Haaayy in the middle of the barn.
The hay got me goin through a stage
And i just can't get enough.
Smokin everyday
I got some hay
And you know i'm finna roll it up.
Make a cloud
I'm gonna take my mind away from all the
Bullcrap.
Bump my sounds
Lay back and roll
Mack to the freaks that's on the road.
Sometimes i wonder
When i was blowed on the streets.
Anybody wanna step to me,
I'ma see how rough they be.
In this session,manifesting
On myp's and q's
Never snooze cause i refuse.
Inhale,exhale the smell.
Smokin hay all by myself.
Wildstle,laughin loud.
Wit my homies by my side.
If somethin jump off let it ride
On my square when time is live.
Everybody throw it up
Go to the barn and get some hay.
When i get my choke on.
Fool you know i'm smokin on......
Hay now hay
We smokin up hay in the middle of the barn
And i'm lit up
Can't get up
My eyes are red
And my head is spinnin.
Took another pull
Ridin red bull
Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin.
Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids
And we bout to get in em.
Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at
And everything funny.
Gotta pause some nigga tryin' to blow my high
Smokin all that hay with no money.
Now truly this bitch wanna do me
So i hit the 151bacardi
She high like the sun
Thick like cornbread,and i'm ready to party.
That hay got me so gotdamn horny
But i don't like that tramp.
The only reason I'm poppin that coochie
cause the hoe had a book of foodstamps.
And i got the munchies
I need soul food.
Collard greens or pinto beans.
If you smoke hay like the conflict do,
Then you know what the hell i mean.
[chorus]
Rollin down the block
Car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up out dat dorr crack.
Got my niggas in the barn smokin on that
Hay stack
Back up on the scene from smokin herb,
I creeped up on the wall and all i heard.
Was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in
The hay
With a funky dime word.
Couldn't be myself
Couldn't smoke wit nobody else
If i didn't pass it to the left.
Nigga would have lost my breath.
Open up the window 'fore i fall and faint
But i can't
Cause i roll around in dat barn ride.
Rollin up the hootie hoo
Roughest skin roller on dat west side.
Nigga come on in
I got some hay
Won't you close dat barn door
Nigga what you let them flies out for?
Ain't nobody to rich, we poor.
Lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn
The flies keep us chokin.
Thank you jesus christ
For all the hay you're givin us
Cause we'll keep on smokin'.
[chorus]
Thangs is feelin good today.
I'm tore up,from the floor up
Sippin on some crown royal.
Trippin,in a circle of wood
Where everybody smoke they own bud.
Good ole' hay
How you feel today?
Fine,blowed and dandy.
Silly like i'm hype off candy.
Gotta big,thick chic named sandy.
In the farm in the middle of the barn
Where everybody's feelin crazy.
I went to visit granny's house.
Now i see why don't nobody leave.
We constantly,constantly,constantly smokin b's.
Too blitzed to even shake it off
But i still got my head up.
Coldhard finna go in the back of the barn
And get my big black peter sucked
Pass the hay you silly slut,
Blaze it up so i can hit that bud.
Git me zoned and i'll be on.
Cuz i love to smoke upon hay.
[chorus]
Smokin on
Haaayy in the middle of the barn.
Smokin on
Haaayy in the middle of the barn.
The hay got me goin through a stage
And i just can't get enough.
Smokin everyday
I got some hay
And you know i'm finna roll it up.
Make a cloud
I'm gonna take my mind away from all the
Bullcrap.
Bump my sounds
Lay back and roll
Mack to the freaks that's on the road.
Sometimes i wonder
When i was blowed on the streets.
Anybody wanna step to me,
I'ma see how rough they be.
In this session,manifesting
On myp's and q's
Never snooze cause i refuse.
Inhale,exhale the smell.
Smokin hay all by myself.
Wildstle,laughin loud.
Wit my homies by my side.
If somethin jump off let it ride
On my square when time is live.
Everybody throw it up
Go to the barn and get some hay.
When i get my choke on.
Fool you know i'm smokin on......
Hay now hay
We smokin up hay in the middle of the barn
And i'm lit up
Can't get up
My eyes are red
And my head is spinnin.
Took another pull
Ridin red bull
Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin.
Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids
And we bout to get in em.
Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at
And everything funny.
Gotta pause some nigga tryin' to blow my high
Smokin all that hay with no money.
Now truly this bitch wanna do me
So i hit the 151bacardi
She high like the sun
Thick like cornbread,and i'm ready to party.
That hay got me so gotdamn horny
But i don't like that tramp.
The only reason I'm poppin that coochie
cause the hoe had a book of foodstamps.
And i got the munchies
I need soul food.
Collard greens or pinto beans.
If you smoke hay like the conflict do,
Then you know what the hell i mean.
[chorus]
Rollin down the block
Car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up out dat dorr crack.
Got my niggas in the barn smokin on that
Hay stack
Back up on the scene from smokin herb,
I creeped up on the wall and all i heard.
Was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in
The hay
With a funky dime word.
Couldn't be myself
Couldn't smoke wit nobody else
If i didn't pass it to the left.
Nigga would have lost my breath.
Open up the window 'fore i fall and faint
But i can't
Cause i roll around in dat barn ride.
Rollin up the hootie hoo
Roughest skin roller on dat west side.
Nigga come on in
I got some hay
Won't you close dat barn door
Nigga what you let them flies out for?
Ain't nobody to rich, we poor.
Lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn
The flies keep us chokin.
Thank you jesus christ
For all the hay you're givin us
Cause we'll keep on smokin'.
[chorus]
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