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fresh coast - hella on lyrics

[intro: sahtyre & marv won]
yeah i’m blown
h-lla on
got me in the zone off the jameson
what what what up
all my homies on, all my homies stoned
all my homies on, all my homies stoned

[hook: sahtyre]
yeah i’m blown
h-lla on
got me in the zone off the jameson
all my homies on, all my homies stoned
all my homies on, all my homies stoned
yeah i’m blown
h-lla on
got me in the zone off the jameson
all my homies on, all my homies stoned
all my homies on, all my homies stoned

[verse 1: marv won]
i’m, takin’ that bottle to the face just like i’m bar fightin’
(yo i’ma need a fifth of, whatever you have in the back)
we split it, fill it with the green then we cigar lightin’
yeah, yeah this the sh-t
get a whiff, bet yo’ b-tch, hate or die, rest in p-ss
if you the doug e. of ya’ druggies boy you won’t be fresh as this
when i walk a neck’ll twist, you’ll think i’m the exorcist
you can take that to the bank ay boy you better check yo’ chick ’cause i am zooted
h-lla polluted yeah you knew it i am fluid you can’t catch these black thoughts i’m deep rooted
stand strong, hands on, if i tell her “pants gone” then i bet she gon’ do it
i’m livin’ life, gettin’ stripes
she say that my stroke is crack, she can’t wait to hit the pipe
frontin’ like yo’ sh-t is tight
square i bet i hit tonight
got a bottle in the stash i tell yo’ b-tch to bring the ice ’cause she gon’ do it

[verse 2: fredo]
i turn the black and white sticker in the front it’s too explicit
i’m gonna need parental advisory supervision
oops i mean you, a few tabs and i’m too acidic
i’m kickin’ it wit’ pretty stupid b-tches doin’ whip its
yeah, i, crush the addy so you can sniff it
now, pop a xanny, bring eucalyptus
everything, that we burn inside of the doob is prescription
got me r.e.-’eminiscin’, losin’ my religion so don’t start me
sh-t i’m on the couch, froze at the party
blood start comin’ out my nose onto the concrete
and sh-t i’m wipin’ up the rest up with a brawny
look up, still the b-tches on me, palm tree
definition of the bomb weed, slalom down the powder like i’m on skis
and too much of that sh-t got me singin’ off-key
b-tch i’m on one, you on too? well i’m on three

- fresh coast lyrics

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