Half On s Sack - Explicit Album Version

Ayy, nigga, get your weed, get your blow
 Get your drank together
 'Cause we 'bout to get high
 Half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—
 Bring that dro and plenty P
 Half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—
 Bring that dro and plenty P
 Nose all runny, found a snow bunny
 Take her to the crib, make her drink cummy
 I'm from the hood, I ain't never did this
 But now I can say that I done done it
 Cocaine Blain, that's my dawg
 I called him up to house this slut
 We gon' fuck her in the back of the bus
 And fill her nose up full of that dust
 Three 6 Mafia, wild on tour
 Whoopin' these niggas and fuckin' these whores
 In the bathroom 'bout two whole hours
 Gettin' real high, passed out on the floor
 Fuck that shit, niggas out the frame
 Take a one-on-one, back in the game
 Back on the street, back on the strip
 Lookin' for a freak to run a train
 What you boys doin' with that weed?
 Where you boys goin' with that shit?
 Beggin' like a little kid
 Give the homie a little bit
 I ain't ever smoke, yeah, I smoke
 Cheefin' on that indo dope
 Hypnotize better, we make cheddar
 All the haters hit the road (kill yourself!)
 Half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—
 Bring that dro and plenty P
 Half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—
 Bring that dro and plenty P
 My nostrils so stopped up
 I can't even smell the weed smoke
 The green man done got locked up
 So I better make the best out this dro
 I sniff, I choke, I really enjoy myself
 It might seem like I'm sick
 But that done kicked in and got me there
 I got a couple of chocolate thangs
 I got me a couple of white thangs
 I got me a couple of Chinese bitches
 That pussy really sideways
 A gallon bag, zip lock
 Filled to the brim with a pound in it
 Me and Scarecrow gon' fuck these hoes
 Mane, and put a dent in it
 DJ Paul, that's my dawg
 We break down walls like King Kong
 Any nigga roll up, I pass me the RAW
 We smoke so much, call us Cheech and Chong
 High as a bird, no, as a plane
 It got me high, I'm feelin' this, mane
 Ain't no shame in my game
 Give your boy that co-cocaine
 Half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—
 Bring that dro and plenty P
 Half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
 Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—
 Bring that dro and plenty P