Lyrics Who Wanna Blaze - Baby Bash, Paul Wall, Snow Tha Product

Who Wanna Blaze

The adventures of that Scoop Deville
The adventures of that Scoop Deville
Scoop!
Why these tracks so danky?
Why my tree so stinky?
Why the fuck am I posted up
With that thick bitch not too lanky!
Why the hell she wanna thank me
When we do that hanky panky?
Cause she know it’s real and not janky
Some of these squares just can’t be
Let me introduce game one on one
When it comes to getting saucy.
Paul Wall still love the boss
Still the PU you just so bossy!
Get that solid dope, nigga say it’s not
Showing out in the parking lot
Bash you got your helmet missing,
Yeah, I cause I drop top a lot!
Chop a block, chop a slayer
Toss the keys of that valet
Fuck VIP, we owners, nigga
Smoking on some of that Cali!
I got that dress code in force
But not for me and my clicka
Ball caps and all that
Waitress from Costa Rica!
You know I’m pulling up in some way,
We on the way!
I got the sip, I got the zip,
Now tell me, who wanna blaze!
Let me know, who wanna blaze!
Let me know, who wanna blaze!
Let me know, who wanna blaze!
SNOW WHITE!
huh!
Let’s get faded
Forty ounces, and some J’s in
Took a sip, while we waiting
For the night to fall and we blazing.
Got the cookies going ham in the back
Riding on clean new plates intact
Got the whip murdered out
Even the rims match
Mat kit on that body
And everything on that bitch
Got 'em all like, uh, uh
Snow-white came up
Like how the fuck?
Must have been luck!
I’m like nuh uh!
I hustled up!
I’ve been slanging tapes since the wake and bake
Better know that I paid my dues
I’m a have you know I ain’t half the hoes
To go toe to toe with these dudes!
Look, I’m Cali made and I’m Texas paid
Mexicana on point!
I’m working days, and I’m working late
So at night better pass that joint!
Young chick hanging with the boys
So we’re popping bottles and sipping
I’m making money with OGs
And I ain’t got no time for these bitches!
You know I’m pulling up in some way,
We’re on the way!
I got the sip, I got the zip,
Now tell me, who wanna blaze!
Let me know, who wanna blaze!
Let me know, who wanna blaze!
Let me know, who wanna blaze!
Here come the dolo
Here come the dolo
Here come the dolo
Here come the dolo
Paul Wall
Here come the dolo
I pull up with a bag of California finest hay
Got swishers sweets, Garcia Vegas
And backwards I don’t play!
I get high every day
Gotta go out there and get it in every way
My cup cold, my neck froze,
My drink muddy as a mother made
Let me know if you’re down the blaze
Got satellite Kush rolled up for days!
3.5 that’s minimal wage
Blow a few P in a couple of days
AP, 28 to purp.
I’m a run that back in a couple of plays
Don’t read me wrong, I’m on a different page
If you wanna get high, I got a couple of ways.
You’ll still be high in a couple of days
Don’t plan on coming down, coming down
Super throwed like Clayton Kershaw standing high on that mountain.
If you’re down with the get down,
Then go get down when I pass that thing round
When I pass by, get double looks
Cause I’m smelling like a pound
Getting faded, if you’re down the roll
Let me know, got smoke on deck
Got a two in a big blue
You can hop on in if you’re working neck
That ew wee, have you feeling good
You’ll love that Kush get tripping!
I’m gonna go and get that check
Pulling that, get that, I’m a get my mind correct
You know I’m pulling up in some way,
We’re on the way!
I got the sip, I got the zip,
Now tell me, who wanna blaze!
Let me know, who wanna blaze!
Let me know, who wanna blaze!
Let me know, who wanna blaze!