Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Phillies, artist - Luniz. Album song Lunitik Muzik, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.11.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Numworld Entertainment
Song language: English
Phillies |
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies |
(I wanna get blunted my brother) |
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies |
(I wanna get blunted my brother) |
Surpress the brown bitch up in the Crown Vic’s |
Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it |
Gets around it while niggas quit (woah!) |
This bitch look better than Whitney, lick her titties |
Cause niggas say the pussy be the stick-icky |
One puff’ll turn your brain cells to dust |
Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness |
Suck her up, but there’s a million bitches just like her |
Even dykes try to fuck her in the cypher with the lighter |
Puttin' the dick on the ass an', everybody cashin, blackin |
Latino motherfuckers know they be mashin |
Nigga like whas' happenin'? |
You can keep them sassy the dickey used to |
Nicky Bone to top to dump the hash in |
My partners they be askin' Mr. Y-U-K |
Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin'? |
With a hundred gun and a hundred clip |
To the sto', they get phillies |
To we get blunted as we wanna get |
I takes my gat with a phillie I don’t need no quote |
Now boss player this is how I like to blow my smoke |
I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back |
Of a building, top player, makin' a little bits with a cup up of spit |
It makes me sick and upset when it’s spit and silly |
Whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet |
It doesn’t matter, rich or po', I couldn’t care less bro |
It makes me not wanna let the motherfucker smoke no more |
I shake the bud mary-tramps |
The one that tried to suck the weed up the fifth |
Without givin' up no cocker food stamps |
I know they want it, but smokin' for free, I don’t condone it |
Don’t put your crusty lips on it if you ain’t got no chips on it |
I spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out here |
And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here |
You’re doin' too much standing in the cypher wit’cha |
Lighter, tryin' to flick your big |
If you ain’t got no skits, you can’t get shit |
How many blunts do you blow on the daily |
Many money I blow many, many, many |
I smoke plenty (well, won’t your black ass quit being stingy) |
I’m not greedy (well, where’s that weed fiend?) |
(You better quit smokin' those beadys in my fo' hun) |
(Blow one for the po-one) |
(Nigga, don’t you owe one?) (Act like ya know one) |
No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs |
(Fuck the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the blunt) |
But no fund, no gas money |
(Well, even if a dummy has money) |
(There'll be a dumber dummy to spend his last money) |
My blunt is my keeper like cash money |
Flash money, stash money, the last money was considered |
Bombs, stick, green grass money |
Roll, but next time, I’mma put a little to the side (hash money) |
Hey nigga I started smellin' weed and hella weed |
Then I started sellin' weed |
Bitch be tellin' me, they wanna smoke |
To catch Mozik than a spellin' bee |
Cause I smoke they ass under the table |
The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie |
I got that feelin' again, let’s smoke that acrylin' |
Again, I said you willin' again, then we can walk the Poppa-ceiling again |
I storms in like a mighty blast of wind |
Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an' (Aaahhh!) (*Cough*) |
(High powered shit, tell that nigga down the road to roll the shit up man) |
(Man y’all niggas need to quit this shit) |
(Nigga, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this shit) |
(Man, you already know do') |
Fuck around and smoke the sprayed up |
Nigga be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up |
Smellin' like ass hemp’s and grine, cocky mouth |
Chap lips, fuckin' off all the poo-nanny |
If y’all gonna smoke I’ll be the designated weed roller |
Call me Numboy, the motherfuckin' seed roller |
But you gotta crack the window though |
Cause me and the lads like Whoopi Goldberg in centerfolds |
Drink-a-lot never like to think-a-lot |
Nigga I don’t smoke no more cause I don’t like the stank-a-lot |
Nigga I’m drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too nigga |
Fuck, how you gonna say that shit nigga if you be smokin' cigarettes (fuck |
y’all) |
And me nigga, (I wanna get blunted my brother) |
You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a nigga |
Fuck you nigga, shitty ass niggas (fuck you nigga) |
Smell like straight dookie (*echoes*) |
(*Laughter till fade*) |