Текст песни A.G. f Guru, O.C., Party Arty - Weed Scented
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[Guru]Turn it up..[DJ Premier scratches]"Pack ya whole crew""I bring it to ya live" "One hundred percent""I bring it to ya live" "Pack ya whole crew""I bring it to ya live"[Verse One: Guru]Yo, excuse you for not knowing, we always been spot blowinYou kick rhymes, but you`re not flowingYou think you shine, you`re not glowingWhere we`re headed you`re NOT goingTell your girl she needs to stop hoeinHeard she got caught showing, her naked ass for no cashLoves to blow dick, word to Rick, she`s low-classBut getting back to you, you ain`t macking dudeWith ya cellophane game, you can catch a smack tooWith ya fake eye smug, you ain`t a thug, fuck ya attitudeBest show the Guru and his Fam some gratitudeYou mad at me, I`m mad at youYou hate on me, I laugh at youI`m warning dog, on it, tell my homeboys to clap at youNiggaz tried to murder me for a wristwatchRap shit ain`t no comedy, word to Chris RockNiggaz`ll stair like queers for years`Cause when I spit tight, you get rockedWord to Jimi Hendrix, it`s weed scented[Hook: Party Arty]It`s so dirty they can`t believe that we did itIt`s weed scented, get the dutch and put some trees in itPack a shorty at the bar then leave with itSpit a verse, pass the mic..[Verse Two: O.C.].. yo, let me hit itI got the beat like a dutch, fill it with something stickyPerceed gettin bend at the same time getting busyChocolate flows, spark the dro, Mary Jane make the eyes lowCheech and Chong, hit the bong, many colors `spond with phenomenonShit is G.D.: A.G., Party and D-Flow the donNigga it`s on we `bout to form, in the form of a stormIt`s big toys rock laciers and pop DomDough or die, drink Henri, puff on tieI`m too pulled for some heads like dust mixed with lyeO.C., I`ll be M.V.P. so envy meThis verse here is better than ya whole CDRespond to it, anybody I`m begging y`all could do itI smash any [???] that wanna get stupidFuck y`all think this is, this ain`t no gameIt goes without saying, niggaz KNOW my name[Hook: Party Arty]Uhh, it`s so dirty they can`t believe that we did itIt`s weed scented, get the dutch and put some trees in itPack a shorty at the bar then leave with itSpit a verse, pass the mic..[Verse Three: A.G.].. and let me hit it!It`s A.G., still breathin, still in here eatinDeal on the table, millionaires by the weekendPlaydoh with my wip, you watch, like Seiko when I kickLike Kaydo, and stay low when I spitNo whip? Hit the trainNo hits? You get the blameGotta go bitch, suckin no dick you get the sameI get dirty in the Benz Galendo wagonStack ends heavy with friends, and we packinGet rid of me, you gotta send me packinI`ma empty to the last one, and each line is heavy as the last oneI can`t believe that wack shit is hot to themThe truck stop ya oxygen, spit twenty I spot ya tenGot most askin how they last this longGotta show you on the video to see where ya ass went wrongRaw and `em, bet Flex and Clue and `em blast this songRoll the ganja up, light it and pass it alongIt`s A.G. and sheishty niggaz ain`t permitted around meI don`t even like these niggaz haters get from around meTracks is fat, soon as I hear this said I`ma murder thisChick try to flow with thise, I`ma hurt the bitchDump the body in Malali like Sam BerkowiczFor one fifty-fifth in Courtland, offic` in Boston, we spit it often[Hook: Party Arty]Uhh, it`s so dirty they can`t believe that we did itIt`s weed scented, get the dutch and put some trees in itPack a shorty at the bar then leave with itSpit a verse, pass the mic..[Guru].. and let ME hit it..