feat. Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte (Cruncy Blac, repeat through whole song) Puff puff, pass
(Guy smoking, talking) Man, last night man I was kickin' wit' this bitch last night man The bitch was so fuckin' fine man
(Frayser Boy, talking) Man, I don't even wanna hear this bullshit Man, you needa pass that motherfuckin' blunt You holdin' it all You been holdin' on to this motherfucka for damn near twenty minutes
(Guy) But man, but man thats just what I'm talkin' bout man The bitch was just fine as hell She did me in, man
(Frasyer Boy) Man fuck that, a playa don't wanna hear this shit Bout you or the bitch Man, another thang dogg You originator for these ho's Keep it my nig, ya know I'm sayin'? You needa cut this shit short You know I'm sayin'? Pass that motherucka
(Hook, Crunchy Blac) Why you sittin' there babysittin' Conversatin' with the weed?
(DJ Paul) Pass that shit! Nigga, pass that shit!
(Crunchy Blac) Man, you fuckin' the rotation up Just pass the shit to me
(DJ Paul) Pass that shit! Nigga, pass that shit!
(Verse 1, Frayser Boy) It's puff puff, pass The rules, they still the same You need to pass the weed dogg You holdin' up the train Done held the blunt so long It's gettin' kinda small The next blunt that gets rolled Bruh, you won't hit it at all Ain't put a dime on shit Nothin' but lips and finger-tips Dogg, contribute to the session mang Or you gon' have to dip And go get in ya whip And lead y'all somewhere else Shoulda smashed behind yo partner, bruh He already left
(Verse 2, Crunchy Blac) Yeah, I smoke weed That good-good dope But I hate when niggas be Babysittin' that dope Yeah, I drink yo purple And rolled up Sweets Take me two puffs Then I pass that weed But remember we on purple So we fall to fuckin' sleep So I yelled at my nigga "Pass me that green" Don't make me put my foot in yo Ass knee-deep Just do what the song say, nigga Pass that weed
(Hook, Crunchy Blac) Why you sittin' there babysittin' Conversatin' with the weed?
(DJ Paul) Pass that shit! Nigga, pass that shit!
(Crunchy Blac) Man, you fuckin' the rotation up Just pass the shit to me
(DJ Paul) Pass that shit! Nigga, pass that shit!
(Crunchy Blac) Why you rest havin' the blunt When I put half up on them trees?
(DJ Paul) Pass that shit! Nigga, pass that shit!
(Crunchy Blac) I see you one of them niggas That be tryina smoke for free
(DJ Paul) Pass that shit! Nigga, pass that shit!
(Verse 3, Lord Infamous) I can smell it in the air But where the hell's it comin' from? Need it badly, can I hit your blunt? Or simply take a 'gun? Simply buy's me up the hash And crumble purple-kushy, yum Bubble-gum, or honey, yum Fuck all that man, I want me some Put the torchy on the dope Just let me sit and have a smoke Auto-matic gat, I grab it Just might have it It's the choke Know that you don't know me Or don't owe me, don't be mean to me Let a brotha come on over And hit some of yo greenery
(Verse 4, Lil Wyte) I'm gettin' tired of smokin' out Wit' traitors, non-chiefers and conversators Constantly holdin' on to the weed While I'm tryina get my vapors Fuck some papers! Cigarillos what I like to roll and choke Babysittin' motherfucka, keep on tokin' And get yo fingers broke Pass that shit, I know it's the last hit Lil Wyte gon' be blasted Til' I'm hittin' my casket You a grown man, wrong thang Tryina hog the dope mang? You wanna fuck wit' me without passin'? Just stick to cocaine, bitch!
(Hook, Crunchy Blac) Why you sittin' there babysittin' Conversatin' with the weed?
(DJ Paul) Pass that shit! Nigga, pass that shit!
(Crunchy Blac) Man, you fuckin' the rotation up Just pass the shit to me
(DJ Paul) Pass that shit! Nigga, pass that shit!
(Crunchy Blac) Why you rest havin' the blunt When I put half up on them trees?
(DJ Paul) Pass that shit! Nigga, pass that shit!
(Crunchy Blac) I see you one of them niggas That be tryina smoke for free
(DJ Paul) Pass that shit! Nigga, pass that shit!
(Verse 5, DJ Paul) I'm chillin' wit' my nigga "Get High" C-H-R-I, S, cause he always keep the best And we in the woods And we wish a motherfucka would Come through, fuckin' off Cause we on that good Up all night, this cain's up off Louisiana Wit' them guns beside us We starin' at them cameras Steady smokin', watchin' porn on the flat-screen With some bunnys from the platinum In my main ching
(Verse 6, Juicy J) I'm on that weed And that Red-Bull and alcohol That get'chu hype (Or slow you doooowwwwnn) It's like a speed-ball But I can't stand when a nigga wanna roll it Then, (Two times,(Coughing), and hold it Hurry up and pass it Before you get your ass kicked I got a ounce of weed But'chu ain't reachin' in my plastic It's sticky more than Taffy It's finer than miss Halley, Berry Call it blue-berry I need some commisaries
(Hook, Crunchy Blac) Why you sittin' there babysittin' Conversatin' with the weed?
(DJ Paul) Pass that shit! Nigga, pass that shit!
(Crunchy Blac) Man, you fuckin' the rotation up Just pass the shit to me
(DJ Paul) Pass that shit! Nigga, pass that shit!
(Crunchy Blac) Why you rest havin' the blunt When I put half up on them trees?
(DJ Paul) Pass that shit! Nigga, pass that shit!
(Crunchy Blac) I see you one of them niggas That be tryina smoke for free
(DJ Paul) Pass that shit! Nigga, pass that shit!
(To fade) Puff, puff, pass Puff, puff, pass Puff, puff, pass Puff, puff, pass Puff-puff, puff, pass Puff-puff, puff, pass Puff-puff, puff, pass Puff-puff, puff, pass Puff, puff, pass Puff, puff, pass Puff, puff, pass Puff, puff, pass Puff-puff, puff, pass Puff-puff, puff, pass Puff-puff, puff, pass Puff-puff, puff, passTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
