Lyrics Zignaflyinblow - People Under The Stairs

Zignaflyinblow

Hold me a one and I’m blunted
Each and every other hour
On the bad vacant find I’m back to?
Tell your mumma «shut up»
And they crack its the herbalonics
Some people call it the chronic
I call it the best stress reliever, the mind pleaser
Dakobe told me that its the best way to pull a skeezer out the
Draws, no flaws when I begin to roll up
Dude, Hold up
We’ll talk about it right after I’m done getting bouted
Stay clouded with my local reefer merchant so my purchase will be fat
Not skinny, yeah I smoke plenty
And it ain’t to look pretty, I bring j’s up this stone city
Floating round my town, cracking jokes, eating food
Acting the fucking clown and all my friends are down
To chip in, and hit a few, I mean ??
a few
And if you don’t like Cheeba then this song ain’t for you
I’m sayin you should try it, dont be a fake my brother
Put your lips up to the shit and close your eyes and hit the motherfucker
Fuck your friends and everything that they know
I’m Double-K bringin it up, its one minute like a pro
So all my weed head niggas get busy in the place
I’m out three times, I’mma bout to take one to the face like…