Drumma Boy
Текст песни Smokin On That Loud

We're smoking on that loud, we're smoking on that loud
No Reggie Miller
We're smoking on that loud, we're smoking on that loud
Nothing but killa
We're smoking on that loud, we're smoking on that loud
Loud pack, loud pack, no Reggie Bush
Everybody round the world with a blunt in they hand
Light this shit up, light this shit up
Look, ... get high, enough it is fly
All I need is me and Mary Jane
Just watch me do my thang
So hop back and sit down
So gifted that I'm lifted, floating on ufo's
No Al Green, we're drifting on the milky way
To get this money and this cash shit
Hustle like I never ever had shit
I'm smoking like it's pay day
Ounces of chronic, ... my nurse around
It's relatively dead shit
...smoke her good, break her down
Get the sticky touch
Roll up her up in a ziggy...
She be getting like I said she would
The wrong way I arrive on it
Smoking that loud, don't no 5 on it

We're smoking on that loud, we're smoking on that loud
No Reggie Miller
We're smoking on that loud, we're smoking on that loud
Nothing but killa
Loud pack, loud pack, no Reggie Bush
We're smoking on that loud, we're smoking on that loud
Loud pack, loud pack,
We're smoking on that loud, that loud
I make you wanna try it
Hop aboard greens be quiet
And to try it, I need that sticky
Just give me this time to blow my mind
See I be rolling up another one ready for another one
Every single motherfucking grind
Every hustle, every day, every time that I get paid
Every time that I get laid, please don't take my loud away
See I've been married to the streets

She started out as an ugly duckling
She was packing 6 and z's
Back when I first got started puffing
Then I started tasting nothing
And have me thinking hardy
She been dirty for too long, so I dumped her in that water
I got everything coming up good, everything loud, everything good
...and I wouldn't give up

We're smoking on that loud, we're smoking on that loud
No Reggie Miller
We're smoking on that loud, we're smoking on that loud
Nothing but killa
Loud pack, loud pack, no Reggie Bush
We're smoking on that loud, we're smoking on that loud
Loud pack, loud pack,
We're smoking on that loud, that loud

We ain't even gotta be, smoking this shit
You might get it contact just from opening up the pack
In a paper or a blunt, or a pipe, or a barn
You can eat in a brownie so it doesn't hurt your lungs
Me I like the swishers sweet, filling them up till they bout to bust
That's why the bad bitches always wanna smoke with us
Light green, never brown, never got seeds in it
Your weed brown with some seeds in it, you can keep it
We don't smoke that, sorry we don't want that
Nigga you made a blank tip, you might as well head back
Fuck nigga you don't know
We live in that space age, get the fuck about my face!

We're smoking on that loud, we're smoking on that loud
No Reggie Miller
We're smoking on that loud, we're smoking on that loud
Nothing but killa
Loud pack, loud pack, no Reggie Bush
We're smoking on that loud, we're smoking on that loud
Loud pack, loud pack,
We're smoking on that loud, that loud.