Hook:

The Way I Smoke Blunts...
(Inhaling Sound)
Repeat 8x

Verse 1

Wake Up In The Mornin
Got The Yearning For Urb
Did My Earnin Now Im Burnin
Cause I Learned From The Curb
But Ima 9 To 5 Survivah
Gotta Lotta Shit To Lose
Coppin Piff Off The Strip Is A Gift
If You Snooze
You Ca End Up Downtown
Manhattan In The Tombs
Sleeping Rough
Curled Up
Like A Kid In The Womb
Don't Know About You
That Ain't My Type Of Groove
So I Move Like A Dude
Bring Food To The Feud
Only Rock Wit Crews
Who Move The Same Way
Flashing Cash Yea They Asked
To Get Bagged By Pay Day
Kids Barely On The Street
Think They Know How To Hustle
Cause They Bang Witta Gang
Think They Gotta Lotta Muscle
But Its Real Out Here
Believe Me When I Told You
Hell I Can't Tell You Shit
But I Ca Show You
And Im Hopeful
That The Locals
Peep da Vocals
Bout The Ganjay
So Fellas
Get A Dutch And Just
Meet Me in The Hall Way

Hook

Verse 2

Get To Lickin
Like Its Chicken
Or The Kitten of My Woman
Treat It Wit The Weed
Then I Heat It Like An Oven
But It Can't Have Seeds
Thats weed I Can't Stomach
Give That Portion An Abortion
Open Her Up And Dump It
So Yo Buss It Cousin Puffin
Always Been A Pleasure
Lucky Cause My Cinderella
Let Her Fella Get Up
Used To Hate It Till She Tasted
Now Partake In The Endeavor
Tell The Truth You Aint Approve
Only Cause U Aint Know No Better
But My Baby Love To Laugh
Cuddle Witta Half
Take A Couple Drags
Till She Feel Tingles Like Bubble Baths
Make Love Till I Bust Grab Another Dutch
Good Girl Witta Bad Boy Fetish She Love To Puff
Once Ina Blue
Puff A Blunt Wit My Boo
Blunts By The Twos
Numb The Sunday Night Blues
Trite How It Might Sound
Funny Like To You
Just Lookin At My Life
You Aint Gotta Like The View
But I Do...