(hook)x4 Pass the weed, we keep it burning… Needa light…matches aint working Girlscout…that diesel kush We roll it up…smoking, good Puff, puff, then pass that…rotate, then hash that Im too slick, my hat back…like iphones, id tap that I smoke trees…like wildfire It can be shocking…livewire Electrifying dress attire You can puff on that…like a pacifier Im passin by ya…flying higher.. Building up blocks…on my empire Don’t imitate beef…like Oscar meyer “yeah baby”…Austin powers They in the game…im climbin out… Now, Whats this shit, they cryin bout? They don’t get high, bring mine out… We can fly, right by, cloud 9…now Then it’s back to, the honey-comb hideout… Cause your boy, gotta case, of that dry mouth… Let me show, these niggas…what fly bout Cause we fly, real high…never come down We Never run away…never run out So, when they come our way…we stand our ground We bring it in…we sell it out… Get em high…til they come back down Then they come again…come humming in Talkin about how, shit dumb…it is They go dumb…and im done with kids I be on my grown up shit…all up on mines, like hol’ up b*tch Rap fallin off…but im holdin it! Im on fire…better roll wit it! Good ass weed…it potent shit You roll w/me, you smoke w/me…my weed mixed up, like potpourri Hit my shit, get religious…like O-M-G We don’t need, no less…then a O-Z It is O-E…im up in this, B Trying to find a means…to the industry… Witta pocket full of beats, some good ass weed How the fuck, they wont be, feelin me? (hook)x4 Pass the weed, we keep it burning… Needa light…matches aint working Girlscout…that diesel kush We roll it up…smoking, good break the sweet down, put the kush in roll it up...smoke, smoke take it in, like a breath of air.... beat ya chest, dont choke, bro from the evergreen state... where we blow down trees, like windstorms bitch, get off that petty shit...no roaches, bitch fuck one, get ten more im higher then the space needle... gettin blazed on the space needle smoke, fog up the windows, til ya cant see em can beat em, gotta join em...put up on the half, though if the cops come, put the blunt, in my afro.... astro kush, that's space shit have ya feelin, like ya ridin, in a space ship connect with the aliens, with another alias contact high, if ya step into my radius (hold on...) bitch, wipe ya lipstick off, when ya hit this... ash that, pass that, hit up the kitchen... heavyweight division, blow by the pound fiend shit, need mines now! eyebrows gettin high, while the eyelids, getting low oh man, cant feel my toes... nut hella quick, got my dick all frazzled... cant find a hoe, other half of my battle... thats why, i cant smoke, 'for i have sex give me, head, boob, and a little bit of rest girl scout, that diesel kush....my nigga OE, goin light that up (hook)x4 Pass the weed, we keep it burning… Needa light…matches aint working Girlscout…that diesel kush We roll it up…smoking, good

I know you see me shinin’…hear me beatin’, in the parkin lot Young, fly, & flashy…and high, cause I spark a lot… Walking advertisement, cause I market, everytime I talk… Its like the paparazzi on me, everytime I walk… Ima hold it down, like the ceiling…and the wall And hold it like a hat…try to keep from falling off Cause the haters, keep hatin…on the kid, like a babysitter Soon as im out the crib…homie, ima get w/ ya Whip game proper…now, who the fuck they talkin bout? All black bike…and they love it when I ‘walk it out’ Loud ass muffla…I love it when its barkin out Over E, stuntin…all on mines, aint no fukin doubt GMG, Super Sport…the way that I be running shit Pass the toilet paper, homie…you aint known to runnin, shit If you aint wit it…move to cypress hill, and ‘b legit’ I look fine, when I shine…cause a MF be lit HOOK Say, what you say…know, it aint, goin fade us Ride, like we ride…cause they needa come pay up All, of my dogs…yeah, we all bout our paper If you aint down, like we down…catch ya later street nigga, hit em witta sicka flow wit the bullshit, since back before, i was pitchin dro now im MOB bossn it...call me Paul Sisarone when summer came, i had to let the spring and fall bitches go good fella, hood fella...that these bitches wish they know wanna kiss my dick, like its sittin under a mistletoe detonating my career, waiting for this bitch to blow shooting for the stars, now lets see how far this missile go and they hate a young nigga, when his flow proper cause im from a town, wit more drama, then a soap opera but i show em how to grind, and flip mo product on these tracks, kicking game down...like i coach soccer and if its true, they say: "more money, more problems" then ima stock up on fully automatics, just to solve em cause i done came a long way, from eating top ramen but a known fact is, when i make it, i promise.... Look I started as a problem…wit my bag of narcotics….. Risking all of freedom…as im runnin through the projects Theres joogs on the corner…but the cops, steady watch em Undercover, always wanna come around…coppin …we aint with that bitch shit…so bitches don’t stop here. We straight gritters, man…we hustle off the rock, here Its money to be made here…let that be made clear Fukin round w/ dividends...we multiplyin, erry year They aint really fukin w/it…condoms, all up in ya rear still im steady mixin, steady tippin…let me get a beer… …cleanin house, like cleaning ladies…old school, 80’s baby They all up in the mix…but Im always on some different shit Switch it up, cant get enough…cant get wit me, my skin is tough Punching bag….we hit em up Donation fund…give it up Im sippn up…my cup is lean Rims is scrubbed…my car is clean Stevie wonder glasses... Im the illest you aint never seen

Look I know, that we’re going on our separate ways And you leaving, and you seeking…out a better place Is it me, or am I weak…when I see your face? Thinking back on all the times…that you said ive changed Now your stuff is all packed…you wont come back again And you left so quick, I never had a chance… To take a stand, demand…to be your man Took your stuff, then ya left…now its over with I never noticed how cold…being lonely is… Everyday routine…is now, different… Its getting harder, and harder…just to be your friend Cause im stuck with all these feelings…that im holdin in… But its better that you leave…so I play pretend… For you learn to grow…to be independent. And you leaving me…and that’s how it ends… And you texted me…and that’s just all it is… With all these games….u playin’.. I get it…just sayin… We might not make it, cause…(so…) Nothing seems to be the same…(We should just be…friends) Now im single and im solo…tryin to figure myself but we couldn’t work it out…im tryin to figure my health and if I end up alone…then I can figure its hell but I get up on my feet…feelin sorry for myself I mean im, stuck up in the situation…feelin naked… And everybody’s got their gfs…I fukin hate it… Im empty…like this bed, that I fukin lay in And I cant forget the words…that she kept on sayin She said she didn’t love me…and then she kissed a stranger She got me all up in the dark…like a closet hanger And I just cant hold it in…I got a lot of anger… And I suppress it…to depression…but you think im senseless? Im pacing back and forth…and man, im feelin restless Anxious for a reply…to me world of questions… Now im waiting…and im waiting…and im waiting…. Outta patience With all these games….u playin’.. I get it…just sayin… We might not make it, cause…(so…) Nothing seems to be the same…(We should just be…friends)

Love or Lust I seem to find myself up in a pickle… sour situation, but its funny…like a tickle I was…flirting witta married woman…straight up home-wrecking While my girl goes through my text message...reckless… Im thinking wit my dick…and I just cant help it… One is love, the others lust…I just cant tell which I go and talk to one…when my girl is being selfish then im with my girl…when the other is with her husband… let me just explain…it was talking no touching… even though it seems…I had intentions on fuckin.. never had the chance…so we never did nothing.. was I faithful?....or ungrateful? ((hook))x2 is it love…is it lust is it something more to it...or do I just want to fuck is it love…is it lust I don’t know what it is…but, I cant get enough.. in a different situation…ill paint the simulation… I was with a different girl…and we was having bad relations So I was talking to this girl at work…and was feeling stimulated… My head was all cloudy…like my brain fumigated… I knew she had a kid…but I really didn’t say shit… And things were all good…until her baby daddy came in… They were still together…I was, who was getting played… She would call me over, when her baby daddy worked late… And every time I ask…she would say, he was far away Apparently, it wasn’t very far from me… But anyway, on this one day… I was chillin, laid up…all at her place When her baby daddy, came…to surprise her… “who is you”, “WHO IS YOU!??”…I was on fire… Wit the baby in her hand, they was fighting… I was looking at the baby, who was freightened… ((hook))x2 is it love…is it lust is it something more to it...or do I just want to fuck is it love…is it lust I don’t know what it is…but, I cant get enough.. Whys it hard for my mind, to be faithful… When my heart seems to die…at this rate…slow …And im just trying to hold onto my halo… But corruption seeps through, to the brain, slow. Lord you know it, that I wanna do the right thing But im slightly mesmerized, by a G-string… Shakin round…now my head is full of demons And they sayin, that they want my semen… “why not?”…so we headed back to my spot… In ecstasy…enough to make my eyes pop Until I come down…what now… Then I get myself together, til the next comes around Now is it love, or is it lust?...i can barely decide It got my conscience switchin up…choosin sides Foolish, i…to not pay mind, to pride I kept feeding my ego, I couldn’t see other people My heart stayin wit one…my mind is always so evil I had a girl, who was perfect…relationship, worthy And I needed the love…but my intentions were dirty And I cant forget her words…”Eric, how could you hurt me?” ((hook))x2 is it love…is it lust is it something more to it...or do I just want to fuck is it love…is it lust I don’t know what it is…but, I cant get enough..

We started at the bottom, in the projects, of the housing.. Where you put in, couple hours…you could work it to a thousand It was late night shifts, that work…til early mornings… Ran a tight-knit ship…but we couldn’t see the warnings That with money, came greed…everybody change they story Now theres no trust, in each other…whats the definition: loyalty …brothers turn backs, over turnt stacks And I watched brother earn life, trying to earn racks Late night dice game, sold out crack…. We all ate good, from the same plate, fact. Til we wanted bigger portions, and we’d fight each other for it… There was plenty of it, for us…but the greed for more, tore us… Man, it shook me to the core…causing shivers til im sore. But I cant afford, poor…so I had to stay on course… So I switched my grind, sixty times…up and down, like 69 Maximize my profit size, an independent business guy God bless the child, that can hold his own… And to me, god was that father, who was never home… I mean, home life, terrible…school was unbearable… My mama even signed me, to some sessions…with a therapist psychiatrist, done said..i need a father figure… So then, I turned to the streets…and that’s the problem with it… I learned from older dudes, to bust them tools, and play catch… Of course, im talking about guns, drugs…and sex I was left here, with no guidance…im just tryn, to stay alive… Survival of the fittest…im just tryn find a ride… Cause I am outta breath with one more step…im going til there’s nothing left… I hustle hard…like I sell Viagra…at your doorstep Late night, locked out…sleeping on a park bench Out here chasin paper, cause paper, makes the most cents. At home, I used to dream…but my dreams now, far-fetched Im pour my heart out…to something, so heartless…