Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Laced With Hash , by - Mac Dre. Release date: 31.08.2006
Song language: English
Laced With Hash |
| Understand me |
| Smoov muthafuckin e |
| And me MD |
| From the V |
| I come from a place where the dope fiends base |
| And it’s hard to keep the rollers out your face |
| Keep a strap on your lap in the back in the sack |
| And a fat sap cold for the base (for the base) |
| X, sex, latex |
| Love the cose by avorex |
| Hyphy fools in nike shoes |
| We pay to win and don’t like to lose |
| A lot of bear caps and cal bear hats |
| Lookin for some chasy on the loose (chasy on the loose) |
| Golddiggin bitches try to get through to your riches |
| Now tell me ain’t that the truth |
| Is you pimpin ain’t no second nigga try to get it hella quick |
| We rhyme, grind all the time sometimes might pull a lip |
| It’s hella hoggish slightly doggish |
| September till the end of august |
| It’s MD in the place to be |
| Back with my cutthoat Smoov-E |
| When I’m weedless |
| I’m a fiend |
| And I need this |
| We smokes (we smokes) our grass (our grass) |
| And sometimes it’s laced with hash (not laced with hash) |
| They shakes (they shakes) they ask (they ask) |
| And sometimes we take they cash (we take they cash) |
| My girlfriend caroline just a little bit of this |
| Not only is gon let me have on mine |
| And nobody but two of her girlfriends |
| Snow white (who?) |
| This is 65 african ganji |
| I want you to take me to… yo house (yo house) |
| Put some icy tonas on… my feet (my feet) |
| Pay for the wheels on… my wagon (my wagon) |
| You know |
| Pick up the tab on the place that I’m saggin (I'm saggin) |
| Cause that’s what you need to do (that's what you need to do) |
| Like that girl (like that girl) |
| That’s what you need to do |
| You brought yourself didn’t bring sex |
| Can’t hang with eating all the mex |
| With no head n shoulder |
| You think your getting cold but boy it gets colder |
| Boulder bash your expectations |
| Hot with heat with a kind of relations |
| You live a dream but you ain’t got heem |
| Tell me you a balla but you ain’t got a team |
| Can’t break a bitch and go skeel |
| Hoe betta bring me my pills |
| You can’t play me with ya old mercedez |
| Gotta give some for the grown man gravy |
| Hazey baby come with cabbage |
| Three new bras is a weekly avarege |
| A young mac know the dick to the purse |
| Hit it from the back |
| Climbing in reverse |
| She had high socks and skirt like a nurse |
| She wasn’t that fine but it sure gets worse |
| Might start slow with a quick finish |
| Hands to the head |
| Wouldn’t hold in it |
| Wiggle what ya momma gave ya |
| Don’t my my behavior |
| Wiggle what ya poppa gave ya |
| Don’t mind my missbehavior |
| We smokes (we smokes) our grass (our grass) |
| And sometimes it’s laced with hash (not laced with hash) |
| They shakes (they shakes) they ask (they ask) |
| And sometimes we take they cash (we take they cash) |
| Her name was Ronnda |
| She liked Marijuana |
| And let me hit it in the back of her honda |
| That afgani hash come in handy |
| With a hat to the side big d in the ride take you out your panties |
| Her name was Ronnda |
| She liked Ganja |
| And let me hit it in the back of her honda |
| That afgani hash come in handy |
| With a hat to the side big d in the ride take you out your panties |