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Lyrics for Phillies by Luniz:
| | | Artist: | Luniz |
| | Album: | Lunitik Muzik | | Track: | Phillies | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 85 | | | | Lyrics: | Chorus: Yukmouth)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we
roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my
brother)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big
phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
(Yukmouth)
Surpress the brown bitch
up in the Crown Vic's
Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it
gets around it
while niggas quit (woah!)
This bitch look better than Whitney, lick her titties
Cause
niggas say the pussy be the stick-icky
One puff'll turn your brain cells to dust
Head
rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness
Suck her up, but there's a million bitches
just like her
Even dykes try to fuck her in the cypher with the lighter
Puttin' the dick
on the ass an', everybody cashin, blackin
Latino motherfuckers know they be mashin
Nigga
like whas' happenin'?
You can keep them sassy the dickey used to
Nicky Bone to top to
dump the hash in
My partners they be askin' Mr. Y-U-K
Why you stay high off the hash and
be smashin'?
With a hundred gun and a hundred click
to the sto', they get phillies
To
we get blunted as we wanna get
(Chorus:
Yukmouth)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big
phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We
mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
(Poppa
L.Q.)
I takes my gat with a phillie I don't need no quote
Now boss player this is how I
like to blow my smoke
I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back
of a building,
top player, makin' a little bits with a cup up of spit
It makes me sick and upset when it's
spit and silly
whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet
It doesn't matter, rich or
po', I couldn't care less bro
It mixes when I'm out and let the motherfucker smoke no
hoe
I shake the bud mary-tramps, the one that tried to shove the weed up the fifth
Without
givin' up no cocker food stamps
I know they want it, but smokin' for free, I don't condone it
Don't put your crusty lips on it if you ain't got no chips on it
I spent a grip on it,
and girl, the cuffs out here
And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here
You're
doin' too much catin' in the cypher wit'cha
lighter, tryin' to flick your big, if you ain't
got no skits, you can't get hit
(Chorus:
Yukmouth)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big
phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We
mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
(The Luniz
& Poppa L.Q.)
How many blunts do you blow on the daily
Many money I blow many, many,
many
I smoke plenty (well, won't your black ass quit being stingy)
I'm not greedy (well,
where's that weed fiend?)
(You better quit smokin' those beadys in my fo' hun)
(Blow one
for the po-one)
(Nigga, don't you owe one?) (Act like ya know one)
No one does it better,
break it down with my thumbs
(Fuck the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs)
But
no fund, no gas money
(Well, even if a dummy has money)
(He'll be a dumber dummy then bin
his ass money)
My blunt is my keeper like cash money
Blast money, stash money, the last
money was considered
bombs, stick, green grass money
Roll, but next time, I'ma put a
little to the side (hash money)
(Yukmouth)
Hey nigga I started smellin' weed and
hella weed
then I started sellin' weed
Bitch be tellin' me, they wanna smoke
to
catch Mozik than a spellin' bee
Cause I smoke they ass under the table
The hoes stable,
pass me that cigarette or phillie
(Poppa L.Q.)
I got that feelin' again, let's smoke
that acrylin'
again, I said you willin' again, then we can walk the Poppa-ceiling again
I
storms in like a mighty blast of wind
Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an' (Aaahhh!)
(*Cough*)
(High powered shit, tell that nigga down the road to roll the shit up
man)
(Man y'all niggas need to quit this shit)
(Nigga, you used to smoke too, more than me
here, hit this shit)
(Man, you already know do')
(Numskull)
Fuck around and
smoke the sprayed up
Nigga be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made
up
Smellin' like ass hemp's and grine, cocky mouth
chap lips, fuckin' off all the
poo-nanny
If y'all gonna smoke I'll be the designated weed roller
Call me Numboy, the
motherfuckin' seed roller
But you gotta crack the window though
Cause me and the lads like
Whoopi Goldberg in centerfolds
Drink-a-lot never like to think-a-lot
Nigga I don't smoke
no more cause I don't like the stank-a-lot
Nigga I'm drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too
nigga
Fuck, how you gonna say that shit nigga if you be smokin' cigarettes (fuck
y'all)
And me nigga, (I wanna get blunted my brother)
You know phillies, they give heart
attack catch a nigga
fuck you nigga, shitty ass niggas (fuck you nigga)
Smell like
straight dookie (*echoes*)
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