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(Chorus: Yukmouth)P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-SWe mess with phillies we roll big phillies(I wanna get blunted my brother)P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-SWe mess with phillies we roll big phillies(I wanna get blunted my brother)(Yukmouth)Surpress the brown bitch up in the Crown Vic`sSpread her legs and put the greenery lips around itgets around it while niggas quit (woah!)This bitch look better than Whitney, lick her tittiesCause niggas say the pussy be the stick-ickyOne puff`ll turn your brain cells to dustHead rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the rednessSuck her up, but there`s a million bitches just like herEven dykes try to fuck her in the cypher with the lighterPuttin` the dick on the ass an`, everybody cashin, blackinLatino motherfuckers know they be mashinNigga like whas` happenin`?You can keep them sassy the dickey used to Nicky Bone to top to dump the hash inMy partners they be askin` Mr. Y-U-K Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin`?With a hundred gun and a hundred clickto the sto`, they get philliesTo we get blunted as we wanna get(Chorus: Yukmouth)P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-SWe mess with phillies we roll big phillies(I wanna get blunted my brother)P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-SWe mess with phillies we roll big phillies(I wanna get blunted my brother)(Poppa L.Q.)I takes my gat with a phillie I don`t need no quoteNow boss player this is how I like to blow my smokeI grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the backof a building, top player, makin` a little bits with a cup up of spitIt makes me sick and upset when it`s spit and sillywhenever you phillie, its all spitty and wetIt doesn`t matter, rich or po`, I couldn`t care less broIt mixes when I`m out and let the motherfucker smoke no hoeI shake the bud mary-tramps, the one that tried to shove the weed up the fifthWithout givin` up no cocker food stampsI know they want it, but smokin` for free, I don`t condone it Don`t put your crusty lips on it if you ain`t got no chips on itI spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out hereAnd if you floss out here, you take a loss out hereYou`re doin` too much catin` in the cypher wit`cha lighter, tryin` to flick your big, if you ain`t got no skits, you can`t get hit(Chorus: Yukmouth)P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-SWe mess with phillies we roll big phillies(I wanna get blunted my brother)P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-SWe mess with phillies we roll big phillies(I wanna get blunted my brother)(The Luniz & Poppa L.Q.)How many blunts do you blow on the dailyMany money I blow many, many, manyI smoke plenty (well, won`t your black ass quit being stingy)I`m not greedy (well, where`s that weed fiend?)(You better quit smokin` those beadys in my fo` hun)(Blow one for the po-one)(Nigga, don`t you owe one?) (Act like ya know one)No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs(Fuck the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs)But no fund, no gas money(Well, even if a dummy has money)(He`ll be a dumber dummy then bin his ass money)My blunt is my keeper like cash moneyBlast money, stash money, the last money was considered bombs, stick, green grass moneyRoll, but next time, I`ma put a little to the side (hash money)(Yukmouth)Hey nigga I started smellin` weed and hella weed then I started sellin` weed Bitch be tellin` me, they wanna smoke to catch Mozik than a spellin` beeCause I smoke they ass under the tableThe hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie(Poppa L.Q.)I got that feelin` again, let`s smoke that acrylin`again, I said you willin` again, then we can walk the Poppa-ceiling againI storms in like a mighty blast of windInhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an` (Aaahhh!) (*Cough*) (High powered shit, tell that nigga down the road to roll the shit up man)(Man y`all niggas need to quit this shit)(Nigga, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this shit)(Man, you already know do`)(Numskull)Fuck around and smoke the sprayed upNigga be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made upSmellin` like ass hemp`s and grine, cocky mouthchap lips, fuckin` off all the poo-nannyIf y`all gonna smoke I`ll be the designated weed rollerCall me Numboy, the motherfuckin` seed rollerBut you gotta crack the window thoughCause me and the lads like Whoopi Goldberg in centerfolds Drink-a-lot never like to think-a-lotNigga I don`t smoke no more cause I don`t like the stank-a-lotNigga I`m drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too niggaFuck, how you gonna say that shit nigga if you be smokin` cigarettes (fuck y`all)And me nigga, (I wanna get blunted my brother) You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a niggafuck you nigga, shitty ass niggas (fuck you nigga)Smell like straight dookie (*echoes*)(*Laughter till fade*)

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