Текст песни II Tru f Tombstone, Sin, Ken Dawg, Flesh - Two Hits and Pass
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[Sin]A high plane`s drifter keepers of the nightWe shiftin`, strugglin` with all our mightWe fight to restore order, reporters from HellDistorted visions impair the thinkin`, be blinkin` in and outYou better watch meI see this thrown, `cause the food, it was rottenRats and roaches approachin` from all sidesDiscombobulated corpsesEvil forces provokin` my movementsInteract and get slaughteredNo losses will be issued on this side of the fenceWhat will it take for you suckas to be convinced?You won`t be happy `til you`re lynchedGet hauled off in a box, and thrown inside of a trenchWe pulled your balls out to see where you got your strengthYou made me pull my sawed-off, so I burnt you to a crisp[Brina]Gotta get that blaze onThat indo keep callin` me for that deuce upPartner, what`s up?Better take them two hits and pass that blunt up to your leftKeep it comin` back-to-back with that buddah smokeGotta get them lungs fullMe puff that potent smoke`Till me choke, croak, from a hella that ganjaDroppin` them P`s to that marijuana, see`Cause a sista in need to smoke that weed with much honorE-Z Wider, Swisha, or Philly, don`t matter really`Cause it smokes the sameBlaze that indo up, toke up, two hits on the danks[Ken Dawg]I told you it don`t stop (stop)Opposin` these cops; I get stopped in the dropNow, locked up, get outta jail and hopped (hopped) on a flightMan, I was fucked up in the parking lotStraight tryin` to get sucked up, what?I heard they sayin` webrokeNigga, for what, huh?These Benz`s ain`t from no dopeYou punk muthafuckas quote them wrongI`m ridin` so real wih this gameYou punk niggas can`t maintainFuck the fameI can`t change, what?[Jhaz]We know Jhaz gon` smoke some of that indoGet your toke on, too, `till my mind blowGot a flow, then ante up for moreso please, nigga, chill on all that trippin`Two hits then pass to the left `cause that blunt I must be hittin`Gotsta find the chronic, on a mission, here I goBud and indo, `cause the Clair is full of chronic, bag of indoGet your toke on[Tombstone]In the twilight it pays to lay, creepers come outWe`re all weak in this game to playNight breeders can`t stand the dayDirges will, uh, bring out the worst kind of killersIn the hood we got thrillersFirst degree murderin` cap peelas, wardersSit back watch the movieDamn, six-five got little G, wonder what?Took two hits and pass they ass to the reaperGot them niggas, triggers be blazin` in the coldBut ain`t no facin` these niggas made of goldNow, you know - (STC) known for writin` scriptures in the LandNow, hustlas, carjackers, and hitchers got his ass on the side of the roadStay far away from witches, hell of a world to think clearEnter by all means if you dare fall victimTo being a slave to the rhythm of the ghetto[Flesh](Ziplock reaper the Flesh Bone chalk you if you don`t pump pumpAnd let dump dump pumps peep you for the bloody messAnd he break in, testin` Flesh-N-Bone, `cause the nigga get goneExpect to feel it with the forty-four, fold shit, killas goneI`ll hit ya, ? and the bomb hit, man, don`t get too closeIt will be for keeps, nine deepGon` keep on sellin` up ? needin` my pump in the industryI`m ? a menace, shit, we get nasty, gotta take two hits and passTakin` it into the lungs, light a fifty-sackLookin` for me havin` some fun in the backAnd who thought nigga that`s what they caught meArmageddon`s ninety nine, is he out when I`m in the violenceLabel me outlaw, see me act deceased, lie down, stop all getAll get diseases in all your life you goWhen they gonna cross all third world speaks for leavesFin to learn to get Mo Thug Flesh-N-Bone hittin` em,endin` `em all of `em, all...)