Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hater Luv It (When Your Down) (Screwed), artist - H.A.W.K.Date of issue: 08.03.2005
Song language: English
Hater Luv It (When Your Down) (Screwed) |
| One puff two puffs, I’m hooked like handcuffs |
| A thrush and a head rush, says that I’ve had enough |
| I’m sprung hear it comes, down a pathway through my lungs |
| A cloud of cluddered smoke, blends with my oxygen |
| The one human being, can’t give me this satisfaction |
| Your centrifugal force, causes a chain reaction |
| The strategy you use, is addictive to many |
| One of you is not enough, I need five or twenty |
| I smoke plenty, menage tois with cigars |
| Wrapping weed like cigars, puts my mind on bars |
| Cut it down the middle, split it like the Red Sea |
| Show love filled with buds, fresh off the ganja tree |
| I’m on optimoes, force feeding you these flows |
| The aroma of marijuana, hits like Tyson blows |
| Boat loads of do-do, I’m in Akapoko |
| Tooty and fool coo-coo, but I’m going loco I’m blowed |
| Just roll up a blunt, and you know we gonna get high |
| Some killa weed, 24/7 3−65 |
| Roll up a blunt yeah, and you know we gonna get high |
| Some killa weed, just to keep you satisfied |
| Dump me in and close the do', let’s take some pressure off ya brain |
| We three deep up on this thang, me and you and Mary Jane |
| From a bud to a grain, propane to a flame |
| Inhaling this octane, getting wet from all this rain |
| Everything is everything, I’m a certified choker |
| Light green smoker, put the heat to the ocra |
| Drop the three in the Fruitopia, we on cruise control |
| Or take 'em straight to the dome, cause it sooths the soul |
| I’m a puff-puff passer, doja square crasher |
| Getting my high to the sky, like a rocket out of NASA |
| Like players with asthma, bronchitis and ecetra |
| As for me I’m a tree, till you see red in my retna |
| Gone off Long and-a, this fire I’m loving |
| Massive puffing, chiefing smoking like a broke oven |
| Plus this sack I’m juggling, got us high as a kite |
| Cigarella’s full of flight, what a hell of a night it’s going down |
| (*singing*) |
| Everything’s splendid, the weed is heavenly scented |
| Puff-puff pass, is highly recommended |
| Till massage the brain, relieve migranes |
| And keep Sensei calm, when he’s off the chain |
| You must maintain, and try to keep your composure |
| Whether hydro or cess, or some potent doja |
| Let me expose ya, to the pride of the front |
| Empty out the cigars, and just roll up a blunt roll it |
| (*singing*) |