Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Phillies (Feat. Poppa LQ) , by - Luniz. Release date: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Phillies (Feat. Poppa LQ) |
| 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*) |