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Holloway Stanley - Smoke and Get High lyrics
(Chorus x2)
 We gon' drank we gon' ride
 We gon' smoke and get high
 Smoke and get high smoke and get high
 (Project Pat)
 Hypnotize camp got a answer for you hoes
 Inhale tha weed blow tha smoke out ya nose
 Crack open bottles of dat liquor pour it in
 Gon' take a swallow of dat Vodka and Gin
 Hoes makin cheese off of tricks who'll spend
 Up all they money how you gotta check 'em in
 Game recognize eyes lit like a match
 Blaze up this fire paranoid like on crack
 Ridin wit my dogs dodgin laws when we roll
 Through tha Dixie Homes me and Toby on a stroll
 See a short skirt and we lookin for a hoe
 One that'll suck dick one that'll go
 Coward ass niggas get wrong and we blast 
 Neva knowin who always wear a mask
 Talkin that smack then reach in tha stash 
 Dumpin them slugs then mash on tha gas
(Chorus x2)
 (Crunchy Black)
 All I do is smoke on bud
 Break the Swisher down nigga fill it up wit drugs
 Ridin through yo neighborhood wit my cuz
 Lookin 4 us a freaky little slut
 Found us a slut so we pick tha bitch up
 Smokin on dat 'dro nigga pourin in her cupHolloway Stanley - Smoke and Get High - http://motolyrics.com/holloway-stanley/smoke-and-get-high-lyrics.html
 Dis bitch right here know she gotta fuck
 Fuck me mane and she suckin on my cuz
 Fill her up wit X mane we don't give a fuck
 Get this little freaky bitch for some drugs 
 Do her ass in mane smokin on dat 'dro
 Breakin down tha weed mane smokin up some mo'
 Broke out tha powder on this freaky hoe
 Let me see how far will this hoe go
 Stick dick down all in her bootyhole
 Mane this a freaky ass fuckin hoe
(Chorus x2)
 (Project Pat)
 This is a weed session 
 you need to take out tha seeds yes sir
 Tha kinda dope that we like to smoke 
 Tha red hairs get ya high you choke
 We gon break down in bags sack up
 We chain smokers takin drags no slack up
 Then take shots of dat liquor intox-o 
 Cated mane hand on trigga let it blow 
 I go insane if'n I don't get 'dro
 Dog I ain't payin for no bab a hell no
 I'm low on ends so I turn into leech
 I might go smoke all yo shit then hit streets
 You look around and you could be victim
 Hey you got five on a bag done tricked him
 He thinkin Project was cool you damn fool
 Mane I got Memphis in my blood I cross too
(Chorus x4)








