Smoov-E - Laced With Hash lyrics

rate me

Aww no (yea)

Here we go again

Once mo gin' (here we go again)

Back in sebastopol (sebastopol)

With my hash friend (my hash friend)

Smoov-E (smoov-e)

Understand me

Smoov muthafuckin e

And me MD

From the V

I come from a place where the dope fiends base

And it's hard to keep the rollers out your face

Keep a strap on your lap in the back in the sack

And a fat Zapco for the bass (for the bass)

X, sex, latex

Leather coats by avirex

Hyphy fools in nike shoes

We play to win, don't like to lose

A lot of playa cats in cal bear hats

Lookin for some chassis on the loose (chassis on the loose)

Golddiggin bitches tryna get into ya riches

Now tell me ain't that the truth

Is you pimpin ain't no slippin, nigga try to get it hella quick

We rhyme, grind all the time sometimes might pull a lick

hella hoggish, slightly doggish

September till the end of august

It's me MD in the place to be

Back with my cutthoat Smoov-E

When I'm weedless

I'm a pimp

And I need this

We smokes (we smokes) our grass (our grass)

And sometimes it's laced with hash (not laced with hash)

They shakes (they shakes) they ass (they ass)

Sometimes we take they cash (we take they cash)

My girlfriend caroline took just a little bit of this

Not only is gone her mind and her body

but two of her girlfriends

Snow white (who?)

This is 65 african ganji

I want you to take me to... yo house (yo house)

Put some isotoners on... my feet (my feet)

Pay for the wheels on... my wagon (my wagon)

You know

Pick up the tab on the pants that I'm saggin (I'm saggin)

Cause that's what you need to do (that's what you need to do)

Like that girl (like that girl)

That's what you need to do

You by yourself, didn't bring sex

Can't hang with E all the macs

With no head on your shoulders

You think we're being cold but boy it gets colder

Boulder bash your expectations

Hot with heat when it comes to relations

You live a dream but you ain't got heem

Tell me you a balla but you ain't got a team

Can't break a bitch no skill

Hoe betta bring me my pills

You can't play me with ya old mercedez

Gotta give some for the grown man gravy

Hazey baby come with cabbage

Three new bras is a weekly avarege

A young mac go and dig threw her purse

Hit it from the back

Climbing in a verse

She had high socks and skirt like a nurse

She wasn't that fine but it sure gets worse

Might start slow with a quick finish

Hands to the head

Wouldn't hold in it

Wiggle what ya momma gave ya

Don't my my behavior

Wiggle what ya poppa gave ya

Don't mind my missbehavior

We smokes (we smokes) our grass (our grass)

And sometimes it's laced with hash (not laced with hash)

They shakes (they shakes) they ass (they ass)

And sometimes we take they cash (we take they cash)

Her name was Ronnda

She liked Marijuana

And let me hit it in the back of her honda

That afgani hash come in handy

With a hat to the side big d in the ride take you out your panties

Her name was Ronnda

She liked Ganja

And let me hit it in the back of her honda

That afgani hash come in handy

With a hat to the side big d in the ride take you out your panties

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