Lil Gin - Junts We Choke II
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & ]
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
[Verse 1: Lil Gin]
Buster ass niggas talk shit; can't back it up
Wound up gettin' served by Little Gin, don't give a fuck
Hidin' in the bushes on your ass 'til you come out
Cock my Smith n Wesson back, to your motherfuckin' mouth
Bitch, I don't give a fuck, see the police can't catch me
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfuckin' face, where it hurt the most
Leavin' niggas shirts soaked, cause I'm full of that fire Indo
Drive-by on a ten speed, your mama lookin' out the window
Threw up a finger sign and told that bitch to kiss my nuts
Rat-rat-tat-tat-rat-tat-tat
We leavin', niggas on they motherfuckin' bizznack
Claimin' you a killer, I can tell, trick, you on some shit
I'm leavin' mountains on yo head
When you think you can start to test
Playa, Lil Gin, I never get no fuckin' rest
Stop slippin' with that ana on your chest
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & ]
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
[Verse 2: Carmike]
Why oh why must I smoke?
Lungs fillin' up to the capacity *FFF* choke
Ooh, I got the flavor for a motherfuckin' blunt junt
Mister Carmike comin' at yo' ass, so just pass
The Buddah, straight contact, blow a shotgun to my nose
Me and Skinny, Gin, ridin' clean, sweatin' them heavy hoes
Aw, rise up on the left hand side of Skinny
Holds up a quarter pound, damn them fools got plenty
Of dope, green dope, my pretty boy smile don't joke
Bet you didn't know this is pimp shit, Triple 6 Mafia, Gimisum Family, bitch
Junts we choke, indo bud in my fuckin' brains
From the dealers, time to crank up that Lexus thang
Skinny niggas on my right hand side
(Ain't no bud mane, gimme that Yak)
Smoked out windows, bitches can't see who's inside
You know we fuckin' blow
Blind from them smoked out windows
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & ]
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
Triple 6, Gimi Sum, Triple Six, yes, I bless you
With a bullet point blizzank in your fuckin' chest
A bullet proof vest save it for yo friend to put over his head
Cause Mr. Pizznaul shootin' straight for some dreads, I bled
To be in the Triple 6, this shit so fuckin' thick that I would die for it
Some like the killer Lucifer standin' behind your back
With swords of war
The Gimi Sum Family, the Triple 6 too, you see
You be the enemy, you be's no fuckin' friend of me
[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]
I be like chiefin' high, fuck a dime, quarter ounce on my waist line
I'm rollin' up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can't fuck with this
Take you a hit of that light green and shit
As we blowin' the dope while inhalin' the smoke
The Triple 6 Gimi Sum Family clique, we thick, trick, can you cope?
No, man, I can't go, so no, don't flex against my death TEC
With a boulvine motherfuckin' crazy check
Mr. Koopsta Knicca clickin' with the bloody deck
So I splizziff it, I'm guarded by the vapors that you chief it
Junts we smoke part two, who don't let this be your death wish
[Verse 5: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, & ]
Fresh up out the paint shop, rollin' in my drop top
Smoke scatterred out, blow to the dope, I choke
Let ya brain soak, off this rizzeefer
This shit so fire my nig', from the drive-by Indica
The Buddah got me so damn blinked, drink the Yak, strike the match, fire the sack
Brains gone, flames blown straight to my dome
*achoo* but no the flu, light green weed
Papers? no sweets
(Gimme gun, my nig, knock me off my feet)
You do hear me though, I gave my mama a gun through her nose, then it rushed her skull, then it bust her eardrum
Uh, higher than a motherfucker
And I hate Bone—
Thuggish Ruggish Busters
The thicker, the rougher the ruthlessness
Hustler, as I trip on this skizznunk now I'm crizznunk with a bitch up in my trizznunk
So boy, you keep on talkin' that shit, I'ma clizzick kinda quizzick, dump one bitch and mess some hoes
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & ]
The time is
So high—
The time is, the time is
So high—
The time is, the time is
So high–So high—
The time is
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
[Verse 1: Lil Gin]
Buster ass niggas talk shit; can't back it up
Wound up gettin' served by Little Gin, don't give a fuck
Hidin' in the bushes on your ass 'til you come out
Cock my Smith n Wesson back, to your motherfuckin' mouth
Bitch, I don't give a fuck, see the police can't catch me
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfuckin' face, where it hurt the most
Leavin' niggas shirts soaked, cause I'm full of that fire Indo
Drive-by on a ten speed, your mama lookin' out the window
Threw up a finger sign and told that bitch to kiss my nuts
Rat-rat-tat-tat-rat-tat-tat
We leavin', niggas on they motherfuckin' bizznack
Claimin' you a killer, I can tell, trick, you on some shit
I'm leavin' mountains on yo head
When you think you can start to test
Playa, Lil Gin, I never get no fuckin' rest
Stop slippin' with that ana on your chest
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & ]
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
[Verse 2: Carmike]
Why oh why must I smoke?
Lungs fillin' up to the capacity *FFF* choke
Ooh, I got the flavor for a motherfuckin' blunt junt
Mister Carmike comin' at yo' ass, so just pass
The Buddah, straight contact, blow a shotgun to my nose
Me and Skinny, Gin, ridin' clean, sweatin' them heavy hoes
Aw, rise up on the left hand side of Skinny
Holds up a quarter pound, damn them fools got plenty
Of dope, green dope, my pretty boy smile don't joke
Bet you didn't know this is pimp shit, Triple 6 Mafia, Gimisum Family, bitch
Junts we choke, indo bud in my fuckin' brains
From the dealers, time to crank up that Lexus thang
Skinny niggas on my right hand side
(Ain't no bud mane, gimme that Yak)
Smoked out windows, bitches can't see who's inside
You know we fuckin' blow
Blind from them smoked out windows
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & ]
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (The time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
Triple 6, Gimi Sum, Triple Six, yes, I bless you
With a bullet point blizzank in your fuckin' chest
A bullet proof vest save it for yo friend to put over his head
Cause Mr. Pizznaul shootin' straight for some dreads, I bled
To be in the Triple 6, this shit so fuckin' thick that I would die for it
Some like the killer Lucifer standin' behind your back
With swords of war
The Gimi Sum Family, the Triple 6 too, you see
You be the enemy, you be's no fuckin' friend of me
[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]
I be like chiefin' high, fuck a dime, quarter ounce on my waist line
I'm rollin' up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can't fuck with this
Take you a hit of that light green and shit
As we blowin' the dope while inhalin' the smoke
The Triple 6 Gimi Sum Family clique, we thick, trick, can you cope?
No, man, I can't go, so no, don't flex against my death TEC
With a boulvine motherfuckin' crazy check
Mr. Koopsta Knicca clickin' with the bloody deck
So I splizziff it, I'm guarded by the vapors that you chief it
Junts we smoke part two, who don't let this be your death wish
[Verse 5: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, & ]
Fresh up out the paint shop, rollin' in my drop top
Smoke scatterred out, blow to the dope, I choke
Let ya brain soak, off this rizzeefer
This shit so fire my nig', from the drive-by Indica
The Buddah got me so damn blinked, drink the Yak, strike the match, fire the sack
Brains gone, flames blown straight to my dome
*achoo* but no the flu, light green weed
Papers? no sweets
(Gimme gun, my nig, knock me off my feet)
You do hear me though, I gave my mama a gun through her nose, then it rushed her skull, then it bust her eardrum
Uh, higher than a motherfucker
And I hate Bone—
Thuggish Ruggish Busters
The thicker, the rougher the ruthlessness
Hustler, as I trip on this skizznunk now I'm crizznunk with a bitch up in my trizznunk
So boy, you keep on talkin' that shit, I'ma clizzick kinda quizzick, dump one bitch and mess some hoes
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & ]
The time is
So high—
The time is, the time is
So high—
The time is, the time is
So high–So high—
The time is
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