Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wrap Sumden, artist - Nelly. Date of issue: 26.06.2000
Song language: English
Wrap Sumden |
| Hey this is no lie |
| Me and my niggas gettin high |
| Yo if you look up in the sky |
| You might see us floating by You see Biggie be like What’s Beef? |
| Me I’m like what’s weed? |
| Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know |
| Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke |
| And I’m thanking my reefer chief for making me choke |
| I’m like one of those half-baked thugs, I’m in love |
| Then after that roll cool J’s I mean bud |
| Cause I still piss stems and still shit seeds, |
| I spit residue smoke on my way to buy weed |
| Wrap Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and Chong |
| My best friend’s a bong and my homies is smokers only |
| I know one day, I’m gone stop, |
| but that’ll be the day when my seeds don’t pop |
| You see weed helps me get my thoughts together quick |
| But on the other hand, as soon as I’m sober I forget |
| Shit, I’m still stuck at point A ya dig, |
| and my momma think that I should quit |
| Ya I get high |
| You might see me stroll by in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye |
| I’m sick now, I think I’m catching glaucoma |
| Standing on the corner, looking for weed donors |
| You know how we do it kid. |
| We get that good herb and swerve |
| Till the gas run out, the way we smokes absurd |
| That’s my word, Wrap Sumden (Wrap Sumden), |
| make a nigga clap somthing, get all mad and slap somthing |
| Yo grab the towels cover the smoke alarms and doors |
| See I smoke alone, I need grass like lawn mowers |
| Say dutch time, roll up it’s clutch time, |
| and I burn mine, don’t you ever ever touch mine |
| Fire it up dog, but watch out for 5−0 |
| Eyes low from plenty Henny and hydro |
| Fuck a bitch and some clothes, I gotta get rich |
| Go platinum and do some shows, and get bloooowwwwwed |
| All I know, is money making hoes and smoking endo |
| If I wasn’t high I’d probably know a little more, |
| but since I don’t some might consider me slow |
| Don’t worry though |
| I keep the pants sag. |
| Bubble eye hands rag |
| Eyes glassed smoking fill from the hash |
| Choking after that but don’t the blunt pass |
| What we doin’today Same shit we did last week |
| Wake up in the morning and yawn and roll up Bag up and make some runs and roll up 5−0 behind me my niggas so hold up Ok made a left so continue to roll up Don't get me wrong police, yo I stop for |
| them, |
| But guaranteed when they leave I’ll be smoking again |
| Catch my second wind and start in on my next bag |
| The type of nigga smoke on the way to his rehab |
| Fade |