Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Like a Sweet , by - Devin the Dude. Song from the album The Dude, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.06.1998
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Like a Sweet , by - Devin the Dude. Song from the album The Dude, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопLike a Sweet |
| I break down the sweets |
| And I roll them hoes like two by fours |
| Fire it up, take a pull |
| And run that ho up through my nose |
| Take a couple more |
| And then it goes to my friends |
| When it’s gone |
| I start the whole process all over again |
| Every night and day the same thing |
| Brain stays blowed |
| You got some weed to smoke |
| It seems I can’t say no |
| But we don’t need no water |
| Let that motherfucker burn |
| And take two pulls and pass man |
| Its that other brother’s turn |
| Cuz you know I love coffee |
| Can’t keep the smell off me |
| Nigga this some killa |
| Better pull on it softly |
| And don’t be babysittin' |
| With the weed man hit it |
| Cuz the faster you pass it man |
| The faster you get it |
| Nah the faster you hit it |
| The faster you fly |
| Pass that sweet to the right |
| And don’t keep passin' it by |
| Now I can’t lie |
| But I love gettin' high |
| Sleepy eyes |
| Smoking sweets until the day that I die |
| Don’t ask me why |
| I love the essence of your presence |
| Never fall when im wreckin' |
| In the circle mic checkin |
| I use the sweet as my weapon |
| No disrespect |
| But I’m a fiend for the wood |
| Its all good |
| Take another pull |
| Pass that shit cuz I’m full |
| Can I smoke witcha |
| Yes you can! |
| All you gotta do is come |
| And put it in the jug’s hand |
| Let the coffee circulate |
| And pass it straight to my brothas |
| Whoever possess the sess |
| Nigga we share with each other |
| You holdin' the swet |
| Why you runnin' your fuckin' mouth |
| Constantly movin' your lips |
| Without no smoke comin' out |
| 'Cause the mic is like a sweet |
| You hit it hard and pass it on |
| So I gotsta make sure |
| That the blow? |
| is gone |
| Ain’t nothing better than |
| A fresh bag of weed up in the mornin' |
| Before I’m gone |
| Twist that shit up and? |
| So what you coffee brother need not askin |
| You besta be bout passin |
| I done seen tons of weed turn to ash |
| Oxygen 3 for 10 |
| I do it all over again |
| In an effort to leave my skin |
| Now if I can’t afford it ima? |
| All about your? |
| Highways and better days |
| Illustrate? |
| Can I smoke with y’all? |
| Hell nah |
| Can I smoke with y’all now? |
| Hell nah! |
| I wanna smoke with y’all |
| Hell nah |
| I wanna smoke with y’all now |
| Hell nah |
| You see I smoke weed |
| He smokes weed |
| I’m hopin' everybody smoke weed |
| I smoke weed |
| He smoke weed |
| Ya know what I’m sayin' |
| Get me high, get me high |
| You see me smoke ganja |
| Sensimillia make you live longer |
| Get me high get me high |
| You see me smoke ganja |
| Sensimillia make me get higher |
| Now I’m sittin' in the studio |
| Higher than a fuck |
| Got my homie mac mall |
| And he twistin' it up |
| Can’t forget bout An Live |
| In the place to be |
| In the O to the muthafuckin double D |
| ? |
| muthafuckin house my homie DEV |
| Spell it out for? |
| So Blind Rob can see |
| Smokin' too much mothafuckin' weed in this bitch |
| Finna fire up another spliff |
| Domo on the mixin' board |
| Cut ya ass up |
| Just like a sword |
| And on the mic I’m gettin bored |
| And these niggas on the other side |
| Think they gettin' high |
| Dippin swisher sweets |
| And lacin up the weed? |
| Fuck the dumb shit |
| Where you from bitch southside |
| Let it be known |
| That any nigga steppin' gettin' blown |
| And it’s cool like that |
| Because we rule like that |
| And say fools like that |
| Come to war and bring ya strap |
| 'Cause it don’t stop |
| And it don’t quit |
| Until I say it’s over wit' |
| Fuck the dumb shit |
| Fire up the weed |
| Gimme what I need |
| So I can proceed |
| To hit your ass up high speed |
| Loose, loose, and I get loose |
| 1, 2, 3 don’t drink no juice |
| No gin and tonic |
| Just gimme the chronic |
| So I can fuck up shit |
| And make these niggas |
| Feel like I was Steve Austin |
| The bionic man |
| Smokin gettin' high as I can |
| Getting layed out |
| In the studi-udi blazed out |
| With the Odd Squad nigga rock the mic until it fade out |
| Now hold up |
| Who wanna blow? |
| Hold up |
| Who got the flow? |
| Swisher sweet roll, roll, let it roll |
| We want your muthafuckin' mind to blow |
| (it look like a sweet man |
| Gotta make it last. |
| freestyle let me back it up |
| Damn right |
| Y’all mad at me? |
| Let him smoke |
| Yea fuck man ay man im smokin this muthafucka by myself |
| Pass that here |
| I shouldn’t have gave yall this muthafucka if yall didn’t want me to smoke. |
| get ya muthafuckin ass away from me. |
| ain’t nobody hittin this shit |
| You bastard |
| Fuck Charlie brown. |
| don’t tell me shit bout no muthafuckin Charlie brown. |
| you shouldn’t have passed me this muthafucka. |
| now back that shit up and let me |
| re-take my fuckin ?. |
| the fuck you mean i can’t smoke witchyall. |
| hell nah. |
| passin ?.? |
| me the fuck out. |
| I wouldn’t give a fuck. |
| I am not smokin no weed |
| witchyall. |
| fuck yall |
| Everybody out |
| Smoke smoke too much. |
| the weed is gone. |
| the weed is gone man. |
| the weed is gone |
| Muthafucka! |
| The weed is gone |
| Ay call ya boy lemme get some more weed iight |
| Nigga don’t kno how to pass |
| After these messages we’ll be right back |
| Ay? |
| ass muthafcuka) |