TOW DOWN

TOW DOWN - Slant Eyes lyrics

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(feat. South Park Mexican)

[Tow Down]

I get so high

You ever get so high you smoked your self sober?

Ha ha ha ha ha

[SPM]

Nuthin but the doh doh for me

Jus like the potpourri

My bitch hit my weed and coughed up an ovary

Towdown blow dro with me

In the game I feel I'm at where I wanna be

Hoes fo free

Now that bitch owing me

Pimpilistic how shit supposed to be

Don't believe the hype

Bong, blunt, or pipe

I'm the type

To catch it on the right

Intercept it

Hectic

Smoke em like detective

I expect the unexpected

I meant to re edit

I said it

You sweated

Headed to the beach in a Mazaradi

Yo I ripped it

I'll split it

The rules got bended

I beat my kids or attempted

No sentence

Dope House Records at the end of my necklace

Two Benzes getting high with my friend iz

[Chorus: SPM]

Not a day goes by

I don't get high

I gotta get slant ey

Ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey eyes

High so high

[x2]

[Verse 2: Tow Down]

I get high on each second of every minute

Of every hour

Like Cheech and Chong

Blowin the bong

Or rollin in the Eddie Bauer

I stay talls like skyscrapers

Weed's always around so I gotta have papers

And you can get high too

Whether a gram for you

Or a pound for ya whole crew

Whatever you need I got weed

From liquid trip to dip to hydro to ecstasy

Bet I could smoke a stash of hash

In a flash drop some wigs smash

Towdown the hemp hunter

Smoke a blunt of that good shit

Till ya roofs lit

You smokin tooth picks while I'm rollin big sticks

Never leave a nest without packin the cest

Wit da dro condo look impressed

No contest

With dope like this

I know you'll take a hit

Inhale exhale now that's some good shit

[Chorus: SPM]

[x2]

[Verse 3: Tow Down]

If you wanna get high

Put ya lightas in the sky

We blaze till we die

We cough till we cry

Got the goods to make you go dumb

Till ya brains numb

So do you still won't some

High wit ya burnt thumb

Time to school some fools

Smokin two sweets and zaga

Srtictly the wajjjj pipes

Bo's to bongs

Break out the chronic bag

But only if it's half geddi

It's funkier than ya granny's panties

Still smokin codeine cotton candy

Wit products so po

You gotta stuffin the pipe

I'm takin one hit will quit a killa

Nice dreams of to never ever land

I'm yo super bionic

Hydroponic

Chronic man

Got fans from Japan to Amsterdam

The flava trada

With ten different kind of strands

Triple beam king breakin it down to the ground

[Chorus: SPM]

[x2]

[SPM]

Puttin it down for my partna Tow Down

Blowin big ugh doh doh pounds

Ya heard me

Nuthin but the finest

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