HOLY WEED feat.Harry Weintroub

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Intro:
Let me hear them speakers go
Madlib at the keys , what up Harry? let’s go!
 
Hook:
 
The way you move it
'Bout anything I could I get
Bitch get your ass up in my Corvette
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
 
Verse 1(me):
We the people, supposed to be equal
Yuk and C-Bo the sequel
Battlin MC's in front of Marlboro Houses
We're moving crows like water in front of Moses
And see the floor show
Oh! Buckshot yuh already know
Make sure your seatbelt is fastened
Homies know I’m emceeing since the blacktop
As a teen I was on the scene cleaner than clean
I see some bitches in the cut lookin hard, muggin mean
And all the microphone you know I get off
I'm scoping big bucks, looking for the payoff
Blood for blood, blood for blood without remorse
Turned the game out, we G's of course
 
 
Hook again : x2
The way you move it
'Bout anything I could I get
Bitch get your ass up in my Corvette
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
 
Harry :
Ill carry on this rap
crazy rhymes dables spat
But now ill up it because I have no love for that bitch
I kid he’s just a stan and im his biggest fan
Like when em left lil wayne in the stands
Enough about him more about me
Im harry potter I spit rhymes so magically
Even at times when the weed leaves me blind
And I can’t find any decent porn online
Cmon buffer buffer buffer don’t make me suffer
I knit my bars tighter than a virgin ass
Jokes jokes jokes don’t listen to the coke
When this shit wheres off ill be naked and half broke
Raped by some faggets jiggilo through my wallet
Damn im feelin blue like papa smurfs fuckin poo
God give me a rest im 13 im only copiyin you
Fuck off bitch shoo both my palms its
Im rich feel a little better now I got that off my tits
 
 
My verse again:
 
I snake all the weed, and drink all the liquor
And thinkin' a bad ass hootchie might give the skins quicker
Hangin’ with hot gurls and blood fellas
For the kids in the hall with the new block tape
Yo, I never knew that we was in such bad shape
Murder motherfuckers mostly over money with guns to they tummies
I get money, I slept around Playboy bunnies
Soon you'll find that it is a must
Ya can't fuck with us, with that touch and bust
I gotta keep my habits, fast money and robbery
Now, they wonder why they call her Strawberry?
Throw the guts in , smoked up homie it ain’t nothin’
 
 
Hook x2
The way you move it
'Bout anything I could I get
You'll soon realize sometimes life isn't fair
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

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