Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Radiation (Lung Pollution) , by - Lil Ugly Mane. Release date: 10.02.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Radiation (Lung Pollution) |
| Sorta, SortaHuman |
| Sorta, SortaHuman |
| Sorta, SortaHuman |
| Sorta, SortaHuman |
| Get high, get high, get high |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Get high, get high, get high |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Get high, get high, get high |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Get high, get high, get high |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Hoes is chilling, biting, smoking, drinking, thinking 'bout my past |
| Then my homies came thru, and asked, «Where the hell’s the sack?» |
| Petey handed me a bowl of sour, so I took a couple drags |
| Then proceeded to go to the back and get hash up out the sack |
| «Take a little just to make it last"—that's Supa’s motto |
| We fiendin' on these trees like we just won the lotto |
| Chiefin' for a reason, like we ain’t gon' see tomorrow |
| Until we fall asleep and make some Zs like Zorro |
| Inhalin' vapors and feeling no sorrow, don’t feel no pain |
| I feel bad for the people who have never kicked it with Mary Jane |
| She radiates all through my brain and enhances every thought I think |
| Even makes my food better, and I have more fun when I drink |
| Gimme a bag of that sticky-icky, I need an eighth for the sixty-sixty |
| Hippie shit, just like the '60s, except we fresh—them dudes was filthy |
| Ridin' forty-five in the fifty, I smoked these joints, now I’m spliffy |
| Damn, this bowl really got me lifted, I rap so tight, people say I’m gifted |
| Get high, get high, get high |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Get high, get high, get high |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Get high, get high, get high |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Get high, get high, get high |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Puffin' on that paradise, that kush has got me paralyzed |
| Verified, I’m very high, whip so clean, it’s sterilized |
| Terrorize yo block, you in my way? |
| Why ain’t ya moving? |
| Me and Supa Sortahuman rolled a quarter in a Cuban, now we groovin' |
| Feeling extra throwed, hot like wings of buffalos |
| Just to let you bustas know, them duffel bags got extra dough |
| Only fuck with sexy hoes, I swear I leave the rest alone |
| Underground, I’m lesser known, but in the hood they feel my testimony |
| Y’all ain’t smoking on my level, y’all ain’t fucking on my level |
| Y’all ain’t dranking on my level, y’all ain’t nothing on my level |
| These fools they needin' a lesson, they probably smokin' that resin |
| They talkin' all of that shit, I’ll prolly pull out my weapon |
| That sour diesel be relievin' my stress, gettin me right |
| I swear it’s hard not to just walk outside ready to fight |
| Lime green cannabis, color of Praying Mantises |
| No stems, no seeds, crystals like they amethyst |
| Get high, get high, get high |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Get high, get high, get high |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Get high, get high, get high |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Get high, get high, get high |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |
| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |