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2 of the crew - blowin' dome lyrics

[verse 1: enuttle]
well, it’s the nut, i’m blowin’ my dome with my fitties
so spark up the town and get rid of the forties
bag a 20 sack of that endo weed
spark it up c+dubb and let your n+gga get keen
now let’s ride around the back and slide with our biddies
here these hoe’s wanna f+ck, cause we famous in they city
roll up the windows and fire up
so we can blow our domes off, with just one puff
we got sacks for sale, you know it’s on
but hurry up dubb before it’s all gone
i get in line, cause the biddies going clockwise
yea i’m lit, cause, i got a casе of red eyes
hеre come five+o, but man i ain’t trip
my dome is blown, so i might start dippin’
i’m mobbin’ kinda tight, cause i’m mobbin’ in my ole’ school
68 coupe thang and man it’s lookin real cool
this ones dedicated to the whole d+mn world
smoke that dank man, even with your girl
and if she not with it, you might as well take her home
so me and c+dubb can just blow our dome’

[verse 2: c+dubbrellie & enuttle]
well it’s really smoke give me the zag so i can roll it up
make sure they slow burnin’ so the flame don’t burn
now hand me the lighter and i’m rowed up (for what fool?)
what else but to spark em’ up (man this sh+t ain’t even hit)
well hand me that sh+t, if you just babysit (man i ain’t done)
that’s what i’m talking about, you ain’t hittin’ sh+t, unless it makes you cough
endo, straight up that’s what, i like smokin’
cause that’s the only dank that be keeping n+ggas chokin’
coughing like h+ll, but you know i can’t stop
inhaling the way, because the cherries still hot
it gettin’ kinda short but no need for roach clips
smokin’ down [?], burnin’ my finger tips
smoke the whole joint and yes my brain is bakin’
still got a forty ounce and a fat one waitin’
finish that off and like a home run, i’m gone
dippin’ ain’t nothin’ like blowin’ off your dome
(spark up another one my n+gga)
man why not? cause i got 6, 20 sacks ready to blaze at the spot
i’m blowin’ dome
[outro: c+deubbrellie & enuttle]
haha, what’s going down baby?
we gonna go ahead and start this m+th+f+ckin’ shout out session
you know i’m saying
i’d like to give it up to g+o+d, the biggest pimp of em’ all
you know i’m saying?
you know we gotta say what’s up to our mums
what’s up momma, ya know i’m saying
we like to go ahead and shout out our m+th+f+ckin fiz+notes from the dizay
my m+th+f+ckin n+gga c+bell
my n+gga mccurdy, what’s happenin’ n+gga, ya know
my n+gga jaymo, what’s poppin’ my n+gga
what’s up ray+roo, what’s up young zel
doing 25 we coming to get you, n+gga, we comin’ to get you
how about big l, knockin’ n+ggas out like it ain’t sh+t
my n+gga flew up m+th+f+ckin blown, ya know i’m saying
flair up in this m+th+f+cka’
yea my lil’ cuddy [?] n’ sh+t, ya know i’m saying
that n+gga that’s soon to be on the m+th+f+ckin tracks
making it real fizzay, my n+gga a1+yolo, what’s up baby
what’s up w+lly+g, on the thangs in the gtozer
that long braided m+th+f+cka and k+rons, kevin james, baby
and his lil’ m+th+f+ckin’ brother, k+jay, what’s happenin’ n+gga?
what’s going down wild+bar, we still see ya, yea
what’s up ray+mac and sh+t
that n+gga from sacramento, my n+gga deshawn baby, what’s poppin’ n+gga
you know a n+gga can’t forget about the money’s try [?], money lee
that whole m+th+f+ckin’, nothern m+th+f+ckin’ california izzay the bizznay
and especially my m+th+f+ckas from the gravel pits, pittsburg california
pittsburg, what’s up baby
all the way back down to southern cali n+gga, all my m+th+f+ckin folks down there, what’s up man
and if we forgot about ya we still love ya
you know what i’m saying, to that n+gga daxter man
coming in here hookin’ that sh+t up n+gga, what’s up baby
that n+gga mike deezly, what’s poppin’ man
yea, and all my ole’ school partners from deem street, where the gang was laced, haha
that whole young cat posse, what’s poppin’?
to the m+th+f+ckin’ fo’, dizzo’, double o, what’s poppin’ man
and we up out of this b+tch
side ways m+th+f+cka to the next coast, b+tch
to the next coast
and i gotta say what’s up to my n+gga, uh, fly+lo, a.k.a. known as marlo
rip
easy, my n+gga c+bell, my n+gga sh+ll, what’s poppin’ n+gga
we out
we out (we out, we out)

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