| Back to the tire shop, the wheels need work
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| When I come around them curbs, girl don’t hit me with this work
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| When shit get on my nerves I just crumble up some herb
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| Man, got two things in this world
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| Just this boss and this work, huh?
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| And I ain’t jeopardizing either one (no way!)
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| Hustle all day, never see the sun (never see the sun.)
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| Grind all night ‘til the morning come. |
| (Let's get it)
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| Everybody eating, yeah, I need me some
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| I need me some, you see I be the one, kill any beat I’m on
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| This tree I breathe, you’ll probably need a lung before you Cheech & Chong
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| Chose to sing along at an eat-along
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| Tell her leave her thong
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| That shit we be on until I’m dead and gone. |
| (dead and gone.)
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| Demrick
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| Stoney, stoney, yeah you know me
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| Back all by my lonely (back all by my lonely)
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| Bag full of fire for the real ones only (real ones only)
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| Phoney homies quick to turn they backs on me (turn they backs on me)
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| Just like my Woods, let ‘em all burn out slowly (all burn out slowly)
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| Stoney, stoney, yeah you know me
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| Back all by my lonely (back all by my lonely)
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| Bag full of fire for the real ones only (real ones only)
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| Phoney homies quick to to turn they backs on me (turn they backs on me)
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| Just like my Woods, let ‘em all burn out slowly (all burn out slowly)
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| Zombie Juice
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| Burn it up
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| my blunt and she fell in love
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| I got the life for the minimum
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| Money we count by the Benjamin’s
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| Demrick
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| Stoney, stoney, yeah you know me
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| Back all by my lonely (back all by my lonely)
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| Bag full of fire for the real ones only (real ones only)
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| Phoney homies quick to turn they backs on me (turn they backs on me)
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| Just like my Woods, let ‘em all burn out slowly (all burn out slowly)
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| Stoney, stoney, yeah you know me
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| Back all by my lonely (back all by my lonely)
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| Bag full of fire for the real ones only (real ones only)
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| Phoney homies quick to to turn they backs on me (turn they backs on me)
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| Just like my Woods, let ‘em all burn out slowly (all burn out slowly)
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| B-Real
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| Loud, I roll it up
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| Blowing that cloud, you fold it up
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| My bro can’t hold it up
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| That bomb OG, I blow it up
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| Seeds, I sow 'em up
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| Can’t wait 'til I grow 'em up
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| That lean the pour it up
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| But it’s the insane that tore 'em up, uh
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| They take that hit, quit it
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| Show these hoes how we get it, get it
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| Pay a bitch quick, spit it
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| ATM in the lobby, hit it
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| Admit it, it’s that shit that got you lit
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| We burn it down
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| Turns up many pounds
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| Nah bitch, ain’t no slowing down
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| On that creek, shit is deep, you ain’t loud
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| Can’t hear a peep, you that sheep, follow me into a cloud
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| Burning slow in my paint, out of reach
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| We elevate beyond your station
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| Hear him preach!
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| Demrick
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| Stoney, stoney, yeah you know me
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| Back all by my lonely (back all by my lonely)
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| Bag full of fire for the real ones only (real ones only)
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| Phoney homies quick to turn they backs on me (turn they backs on me)
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| Just like my Woods, let ‘em all burn out slowly (all burn out slowly)
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| Stoney, stoney, yeah you know me
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| Back all by my lonely (back all by my lonely)
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| Bag full of fire for the real ones only (real ones only)
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| Phoney homies quick to to turn they backs on me (turn they backs on me)
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| Just like my Woods, let ‘em all burn out slowly (all burn out slowly) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Burn Slow , by - Demrick. Song from the album Stoney Point 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп