Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Already Know, artist - B.o.B. Album song Cloud 9, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.03.2009
Record label: B.o.B
Song language: English
U Already Know |
| Pass that blunt, pass that drough |
| Roll it up and homie you already know |
| I think, I think I’m high |
| I think, I think I’m high |
| Pass that Jag, with that coke |
| Drink it up and homie you already know |
| I don’t think I can’t drive |
| I don’t think I can’t drive |
| Yeah I’m in that back seat smokin' |
| And hell no, I can’t see, I ain’t focus |
| And I’m all in my vibe, don’t fuck up my zone |
| I don’t think I can drive and I wanna go home |
| You’ll be lookin' at a player, baby girl come here |
| The time when they close all the doors gettin' near |
| Focus over there cause the drough’s over here |
| You know how we gon' be do it, |
| So much goes, so you know we don’t care |
| So fuck it if the broke nigga throw it in the air |
| These hoes gettin' gone on everywhere |
| I ain’t gotta dip, she’ll give me |
| Yeah, you know that’s all gangsta |
| MGs and crankin' them bangers |
| Young Cash, break up |
| I finna get a, homie I be right back |
| Pass that blunt, pass that drough |
| Roll it up and homie you already know |
| I think, I think I’m high |
| I think, I think I’m high |
| Pass that Jag, with that coke |
| Drink it up and homie you already know |
| I don’t think I can’t drive |
| I don’t think I can’t drive |
| Purple kush, I love that taste |
| Hold up dawg, can’t feel my face |
| Y’all be talkin' real slow like |
| For an hour, I been stuck right here in the same place |
| I’m so gone, high off that drough |
| So high, I can grab God by the toe |
| But thank God that I get for the low |
| I’m addicted to the good, you |
| Give me a bottle and a motherfuckin' cup, dawg |
| Hennessey straight, our pants fucked up dawg |
| Another shot of Patron, then it’s on |
| Somebody gotta finna get it at my home |
| I’m fucked up, fuck |
| Tight, like the rubber wrapped around my |
| We party all night, fuck going home |
| And if you ain’t fuck nothin', better fuck with |
| Pass that blunt, pass that drough |
| Roll it up and homie you already know |
| I think, I think I’m high |
| I think, I think I’m high |
| Pass that Jag, with that coke |
| Drink it up and homie you already know |
| I don’t think I can’t drive |
| I don’t think I can’t drive |
| My folk wanna roll some drough |
| But oh no, I don’t wanna smoke no more because |
| I think, I think I’m high |
| I think, I think I’m high |
| She wanna go home with me |
| But oh no, I don’t think I’m gonna leave because |
| I don’t think I can’t drive |
| I don’t think I can’t drive |
| Pass that blunt, pass that drough |
| Roll it up and homie you already know |
| I think, I think I’m high |
| I think, I think I’m high |
| Pass that Jag, with that coke |
| Drink it up and homie you already know |
| I don’t think I can’t drive |
| I don’t think I can’t drive |
| Pass that blunt, pass that drough |
| Roll it up and homie you already know |
| I think, I think I’m high |
| I think, I think I’m high |
| Pass that Jag, with that coke |
| Drink it up and homie you already know |
| I don’t think I can’t drive |
| I don’t think I can’t drive |