Phillies-Luniz/Poppa LQ

Phillies (Feat. Poppa LQ) - Luniz (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 ***** up in the crown vics Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it Gets around it while niggas quit (woah!) This ***** look better than whitney, lick her titties Cause niggas say the ***** be the stick-icky One puffll turn your brain cells to dust Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness Suck her up, but theres a million *****es just like her Even dykes try to ***** her in the cypher with the lighter Puttin the dick on the a** an, everybody cashin, blackin Latino mother*****ers know they be mashin Ni**a 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 dont 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 its spit and silly Whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet It doesnt matter, rich or po, I couldnt care less bro It mixes when Im out and let the mother*****er smoke no hoe I shake the bud mary-tramps, the one that tried to shove the w**d up the fifth Without givin up no *****er food stamps I know they want it, but smokin for free, I dont condone it Dont put your crusty lips on it if you aint 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 Youre doin too much catin in the cypher witcha Lighter, tryin to flick your big, if you aint got no skits, you cant 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, wont your black a** quit being stingy) Im not greedy (well, wheres that w**d fiend? ) (you better quit smokin those beadys in my fo hun) (blow one for the po-one) (ni**a, dont you owe one? ) (act like ya know one) No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs (***** the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs) But no fund, no gas money (well, even if a dummy has money) (hell be a dumber dummy then bin his a** 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, ima put a little to the side (hash money) (yukmouth) Hey ni**a I started smellin w**d and hella w**d Then I started sellin w**d ***** be tellin me, they wanna smoke To catch mozik than a spellin bee Cause I smoke they a** under the table The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie (poppa l.q.) I got that feelin again, lets 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 sh*t, tell that ni**a down the road to roll the sh*t up man) (man yall niggas need to quit this sh*t) (ni**a, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this sh*t) (man, you already know do) (numskull) ***** around and smoke the sprayed up Ni**a be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up Smellin like a** hemps and grine, *****y mouth Chap lips, *****in off all the poo-nanny If yall gonna smoke Ill be the designated w**d roller Call me numboy, the mother*****in 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 Ni**a I dont smoke no more cause I dont like the stank-a-lot Ni**a Im drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too ni**a *****, how you gonna say that sh*t ni**a if you be smokin cigarettes (***** yall) And me ni**a, (I wanna get blunted my brother) You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a ni**a ***** you ni**a, shitty a** niggas (***** you ni**a) Smell like straight dookie (*echoes*) (*laughter till fade*)