Who Wanna Blaze – Baby Bash – letras

The adventures of that scoop devillethe adventures of that scoop devillescoop! Why these tracks so danky?why my tree so stinky?why the fuck am I posted upwith that thick bitch not too lanky!why the hell she wanna thank mewhen we do that hanky panky?cause she know it’s real and not jankysome of these squares just can’t belet me introduce game one on onewhen it comes to getting saucypaul wall still love the bossstill the pu you just so bossy!get that solid dope, nigga say it’s notshowing out in the parking lotbash you got your helmet missingyeah, I [?] cause I drop top a lot!chop a block, chop a slayertoss the keys of that valetfuck vip, we owners, niggasmoking on some of that cali!I got that dress code in forcebut not for me and my clickaball caps and all thatwaitress from costa rica!you know I’m pulling up in some waywe on the way!I got the sip, I got the zipnow tell me, who wanna blaze!let me know, who wanna blaze!let me know, who wanna blaze!let me know, who wanna blaze!snow white! Huh!let’s get fadedforty ounces, and some j’s intook a sip, while we waitingfor the night to fall and we blazinggot the cookies going ham in the backriding on clean new plates intactgot the whip murdered outeven the rims matchmat kit on that bodyand everything on that bitchgot ’em all like, uh, uhsnow-white came uplike how the fuck?must have been luck!I’m like nuh uh! I hustled up!I’ve been slanging tapes since the wake and bakebetter know that I paid my duesI’m a have you know I ain’t half the hoesto go toe to toe with these dudes!look, I’m cali made and I’m texas paidmexicana on point!I’m working days, and I’m working lateso at night better pass that joint!young chick hanging with the boysso we’re popping bottles and sippingI’m making money with ogsand I ain’t got no time for these bitches!you know I’m pulling up in some waywe’re on the way!I got the sip, I got the zipnow tell me, who wanna blaze!let me know, who wanna blaze!let me know, who wanna blaze!let me know, who wanna blaze!here come the dolohere come the dolohere come the dolohere come the dolopaul wallhere come the doloI pull up with a bag of california finest haygot swishers sweets, garcia vegasand backwards I don’t play!I get high every daygotta go out there and get it in every waymy cup cold, my neck frozemy drink muddy as a mother madelet me know if you’re down the blazegot satellite kush rolled up for days!3. 5 That’s minimal wageblow a few p in a couple of daysap, 28 to purp. I’m a run that back in a couple of playsdon’t read me wrong, I’m on a different pageif you wanna get high, I got a couple of waysyou’ll still be high in a couple of daysdon’t plan on coming down, coming downsuper throwed like clayton kershaw standing high on that mountainif you’re down with the get downthen go get down when I pass that thing roundwhen I pass by, get double lookscause I’m smelling like a poundgetting faded, if you’re down the rolllet me know, got smoke on deckgot a two in a big blueyou can hop on in if you’re working neckthat ew wee, have you feeling goodyou’ll love that kush [?] get tripping!I’m gonna go and get that checkpulling that, get that, I’m a get my mind correctyou know I’m pulling up in some waywe’re on the way!I got the sip, I got the zipnow tell me, who wanna blaze!let me know, who wanna blaze!let me know, who wanna blaze!let me know, who wanna blaze!