Lookin' Out

Smokin' Bomb Weed With Charlie B.

Gettin' Free, Gettin' Free

Sittin' here tokin' on Blue Cheese

More Please, More Please

 

Charlie's Verse:

 

Goin to my dealer's to get a sac
cop pulls up, heart-attack
It's gettin twisted, this lifestyle of mine
Life or death,  blazed outta my mind
Hand switchin, hard rippin, easy tippin
The way i'm livin' i'm destined for prison
Internal clock, just tickin' away.
I've asked for forgiveness, nothin left to say.
Got no friends, credit or cheddar
I gotta say it could be better
Whatcha got, somethin hot?
Can it put holes in a cop or not

 

Smokin' Bomb Weed With Jay P.

Gettin' Free, Gettin' Free

Sittin' here tokin' on Blue Cheese

More Please, More Please


Josh's Verse:

One E's, Livin' cheap, slicing cheese
Dodgin' heat, puttin' holes in cops 'til the blood stops
We bust shots from 9mm glocks
FMJ
All day.
Sparks flyin', president's denying.
Terrorism cryin
"Fear me...Fear ME"
World police, people deceased.
Atlas shrugged, political thugs.
Got special slugs for all they mugs
Doin drugs
Fucked-up from the cookout
To the lookout
Street justice, I must represent my own
Like I beat the microphone with a beat
that explodes from my speakers on my ford Lordy, Lord

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