KRAYZIE BONE

KRAYZIE BONE - Rollin' Up Some Mo' lyrics

(feat. Thugline)

[Krayzie x3]

Rollin Up Some Mo'

[Chorus x2]

Allittle bit of refer's all I need (all I need)

With alittle big of Gin mixed with Hennessey (Hennessey)

Alittle bit lighter really sets the mood

Have you feelin like everthing is so damn cool

[Krayzie]

Hop in my Five-Double-O

Roll up my window asshole your lettin out all the smoke

You never wate a blow, motherfucka don't you know?

I'm a weedhead, P.O.D' ded stayin tweeded

It make me happy

Won't even sleep unless i'm beamin, fiendin

Which one of you niggaz gonna put some ends in?

Cuz i'm tellin y'all right now i'm smokin everything i'm spendin

Goin down, cop a quarter pound now we in here blowin it

Wait a minute where's the bowl at?

Young Dre done got me spoiled man

Done smoked two blunts, and now i'm feelin like I can fly

I get into zones of my own everytime I get high

And whenever it is, I think I see

I'm buzzin so it doesn't really matter to me

[LaReece]

I got issues nuttin but problems feels my green

My nigga wanna test me with the same old games

Got this chicken down in San Diego, and he trickin on my pesos

And he think that I don't know

And he got the gawl he fuckin two of my dawgz

Now they actin kinda funny when I call

So when i'm with my Thugs On Da Line

Tonight no lady like instead I grab a fifth of Hen

Take it to the head, c'mon

[Chorus x2]

[Asu]

Now, niggaz came late to get me Keith G pass me the Henny

Kray lookin like chimney i'll smoke whatever and any

Naw, i'm buggin my squad ain't druggin like that

Luggin the Mak, LeReece all nice with K-mont in the back

Blunts and stunts is what's rolled up

Once it's lit it's hit, and if you ask me why i'ma tall ya what, what ya want?

Smoke a blunt all jokes is front fuck beatin around the bush

Kick the (?) ya punks

[K-mont]

I mix Henny with Alize get drunk and talk slick

Nigga be sizin me up, you know I'm ready to flip

My niggaz stay smokin out, sippin Hen and Tengery

Nigga, we be havin hella fun like they do in the bay

It be the weekend gangsta that me causin the tention

You might catch me willin out, in the tough guy convention

But don't get it fucked up, because I'm all about my cheedar

It ain't easy being me, but nobody could do it better

[Chorus x2]

[Boss]

Everytime I'm rollin out with Krayzie we crazy, try not to get ciffed up

Fucked up sippin on that siz rup, pourin out that cup of stuff

Them jolly ranchees and enhancers, I mix it up like a chemist

Drop about 10 of 'em in it, then sip it slow til it's finished

Then it's that (??) little (?) is safe at home

Then get your brain broke, they boiler makers and they chain smoke

Boss ain't no fuckin rookiem put purple permethozine up on you ream

That's guaranteed to make you lean and keep you higher than girffe pussy

[Kieth G]

I ain't ate all day, but steadily gettin fucked up

Smokin this weed, waitin to get scooped up

It's the bum Keith G, carribus we on twists

We needed a fix, my nigga dip into the rent

We worry about that payback later we gonna smoke

And live for the meanwhile puffin with Juvenile, what?

I'm in the mood to speak my piece, pass the mic

I'm in the mood to drink some burb, we high tonight

[Chorus x2]

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