Crucial Conflict

Crucial Conflict - Hay lyrics

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Sittin on a quarter 'p of hay

Thangs is feelin good today.

I'm tore up,from the floor up

Sippin on some crown royal.

Trippin,in a circle of wood

Where everybody smoke they own bud.

Good ole' hay

How you feel today?

Fine,blowed and dandy.

Silly like i'm hype off candy.

Gotta big,thick chic named sandy.

In the farm in the middle of the barn

Where everybody's feelin crazy.

I went to visit granny's house.

Now i see why don't nobody leave.

We constantly,constantly,constantly smokin b's.

Too blitzed to even shake it off

But i still got my head up.

Coldhard finna go in the back of the barn

And get my big black peter sucked

Pass the hay you silly slut,

Blaze it up so i can hit that bud.

Git me zoned and i'll be on.

Cuz i love to smoke upon hay.

Smokin on

Haaayy in the middle of the barn.

Smokin on

Haaayy in the middle of the barn.

The hay got me goin through a stage

And i just can't get enough.

Smokin everyday

I got some hay

And you know i'm finna roll it up.

Make a cloud

I'm gonna take my mind away from all the


Bump my sounds

Lay back and roll

Mack to the freaks that's on the road.

Sometimes i wonder

When i was blowed on the streets.

Anybody wanna step to me,

I'ma see how rough they be.

In this session,manifesting

On myp's and q's

Never snooze cause i refuse.

Inhale,exhale the smell.

Smokin hay all by myself.

Wildstle,laughin loud.

Wit my homies by my side.

If somethin jump off let it ride

On my square when time is live.

Everybody throw it up

Go to the barn and get some hay.

When i get my choke on.

Fool you know i'm smokin on......

Hay now hay

We smokin up hay in the middle of the barn

And i'm lit up

Can't get up

My eyes are red

And my head is spinnin.

Took another pull

Ridin red bull

Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin.

Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids

And we bout to get in em.

Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at

And everything funny.

Gotta pause some nigga tryin' to blow my high

Smokin all that hay with no money.

Now truly this bitch wanna do me

So i hit the 151bacardi

She high like the sun

Thick like cornbread,and i'm ready to party.

That hay got me so gotdamn horny

But i don't like that tramp.

The only reason I'm poppin that coochie

cause the hoe had a book of foodstamps.

And i got the munchies

I need soul food.

Collard greens or pinto beans.

If you smoke hay like the conflict do,

Then you know what the hell i mean.

Rollin down the block

Car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up out dat dorr crack.

Got my niggas in the barn smokin on that

Hay stack

Back up on the scene from smokin herb,

I creeped up on the wall and all i heard.

Was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in

The hay

With a funky dime word.

Couldn't be myself

Couldn't smoke wit nobody else

If i didn't pass it to the left.

Nigga would have lost my breath.

Open up the window 'fore i fall and faint

But i can't

Cause i roll around in dat barn ride.

Rollin up the hootie hoo

Roughest skin roller on dat west side.

Nigga come on in

I got some hay

Won't you close dat barn door

Nigga what you let them flies out for?

Ain't nobody to rich, we poor.

Lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn

The flies keep us chokin.

Thank you jesus christ

For all the hay you're givin us

Cause we'll keep on smokin'.

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