This is that d**e on d**e smoke but don't choke on

It's the s**t clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak

Unless them toke of it's THE BOOOOOOMB

For those who think life is unfair

'Cause I blow my smoke in the air

As if no one is standin there

Then I'll roll one tonight fo' yo' sorrows

In my chair as I sit back smiling from ear to ear

With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair

Yes she'll blow one tonight fo' yo' sorrows

Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene

Money shot to a Three movies

But everything's straight like 915

It's back to the time machine I believe

Back to the rhymin back to the stick

Back to the hi hat tsk tsk kick

Slap y'all n***a better think that was it

We everywhere

BEEEITCH

Like the air you breathe

Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave

Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead

Best believe I'll change the steeds

Take the lead change the speed

Slow it down just for the sport

N***a ONE of my favorite rappers happens to be Too hort

Now everybody wanna sell d**e

SELL D**E

Got a P got a pound got some h*es

NOPE

Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope for the folks

On a roll back in nineteen eighty fo'

EIGHTY FO'

BEEEITCH

Just to let you know that everything is straight

I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate

Now go get yourself a handgun you f**kin with a great

Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste

Kill yo'self like Sean Kingston suicidal for a title

My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival

Like the Bible or any other good book that you read

Why are 75 of our youth readin magazines

'Cause they used to fantasy and that's what they do to dream

Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing

'Member when the levee scream made the folks evacua ezz

Yeah I'm still speakin about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean

When we shout Dirty South I don't think that is what we mean

I mean it mean the roguh the tough the DANGEROUS we reign SUPREME

Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds

B I G B O I n***a please

Don't want no girlfriends

Just need my d**e

I just need my d**e

One foot on the world when I'm behind in my smoke

I'm behind in my smoke

On the back burner you can just simmer around

But on the front burner you betta burn a fat one

Roll it up fire that s**t up

A fat one fire it up

A fat fat fat one

This is that d**e on d**e smoke but don't choke on

It's the s**t c c clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak oak oak

Unless them toke of it's THE BOOOMB

Bombardin the brain the bong infinitely plays the place to come

Came and went hindbells spent b b b b bent

Take another huff and puff and choke and toke

Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and

Pack a pipe twist a blunt roll light a JOINT

'Cause this is the d**e on d**e some GOOD s**t

Yeaaaaaaahh Lean back and puff slow