Mr. Cheeks - Puff Harder lyrics

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(feat. Jnj Project)

I'm from the Lost Boyz!

Yeah you know me know

Know when to roll them

Know when to smoke them

Know when to put down see po-li

[Jugga]

Now what's that I smell, It ain't our town

I think stinkin ass Mary wanna smoke wit us, she got a Dutch?

Spill her blood guts, skillin up

I quick a line green, sticky to the touch

Got me pickin pennies up for good luck

You supersticious? No a little too permiser

But a hair plant chase it with ucalyptus

Now you hit this, I'm spittin like I'm bout to pitch

I look down, my spit mad white like Dick Van Dyke

FDA want us to fire pill

Man I'd rather buy a phil and start the fire drill

Jokers got jokes, I bet Mister Broke-off

Had a toe off, the choke boss, everybody do they thing

Some people get high and it's exceptable

Other people get high and rob First Federal

You better leave that stuff alone young breed

You look at me ain't nuthin poppin but the seed in my tweed

[Chorus x2:]

Puff harder, Puff harder

Puff harder, puff harder

[Mr. Cheeks]

On the late night creeps, me and my teams we love the streets

Got the bottle of that green from our peeps

We on the New York scenery, that took four hours to

get to that greenery

You know what that mean to me

Grab the back from the back, startin freestyle to a track

I got my trees and some congac

Me and my team, jigg to death, jewelry shine

We hot bottom line, it's LB Fam for the 99

And beyond, don't get upset cuz we on

We heard enough of that garbage, nigga now we gone

We don't want four fifth, carry shine dub

Kickin it with Smitty, smoked out sized lined up

What's the verdict? I know you know the situation

Still holdin, me and my team we still rollin

Fruities in the smash, and us niggas gettin cash

Comin off full blast, nigga where the grass at?

[Chorus x2]

[Hook x2:]

You got chocolate, I got hydro

Mix it with that sticky green and better get my eyes low

[J-Drama]

Cypher movin come on, three paws and pass

You gettin happy with my trees like I got tons of grass

Roll up, stop frontin and burn some of that chocolate

Mix with that sticky green with that and squak it

Tell me how you like it, from here it smells good

If it ain't to your pleasure, I got 'dro and backwards

Another drink, bartender to hennecy hit the spot

You ain't got to love the fam, just watch how we rock

I puff pot and keep my head low from the cops

I walk from any hood it's straight John Blaze ya block

I'm J-Drama baby, I stay blowin the ganja baby

Me and the marley smoke mad bags of marijuana baby

JnJ and LB, in the year 2G

Optimose and backwoods, but my dutches burn with ease

Fella please, you ain't ready to puff

I got you O.D.'ing and puffin up your lungs and stuff, what

[Chorus x2]