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gangsta pat - all they wanna do lyrics

[hook]
all they wanna do is smoke ya weed up
smoke ya weed up, smoke ya weed up
all they wanna do is smoke ya weed up
smoke ya weed up, smoke ya weed up

[verse 1]
what’s up with these hoes these days, they with that sh-t
if they know a n-gg- got some fire weed, they on his d-ck
you askin’ for some p-ssy, now you know they gon’ clown
comin’ around with the swisher sweets already broke down
in the mound with some bad b-tches, they chose us
cause they see we clockin’ mad riches, them hoes bust
out the box of optimos, i started to roll
up a couple of blunts while they took off they clothes
they be guns up my nose, we smoke a whole sack
every time i p-ss a blunt, another one’s comin’ back
we smoked until it was all gone, they want some mo’
hear that, they put they clothes on
talkin’ bout, we’ll be back, we fixin’ to go to the store
i knew we was gonna see them triflin’ hoes no mo’
it’s all good cause that sh-t there happens all the time
yes indeed, as soon as the weed gone they ready to leave, cause see…

[hook x2]

[verse 2]
i got a page on my beeper from kiesha, she gotta room
mess of friends and a dime of n-gg-s, we comin’ through
and the weed man call me back
ya know i can’t even move without that chronic sack and that’s a fact
my n-gg- hit me and we dropped an ounce
stopped by the store, got some swishers now it’s time to bounce
when we got to the room them hoes was half naked
i’m seein’ t-shirts and panties thinkin’ i got some records
i pulled an ounce of that green and them hoes said ahhh
started flockin’ and jockin’ me like i was a star
i started smokin’ and chokin’ them hoes was lookin’ good
and see this sh-t make me h-rny, my d-ck was hard as wood
we smoked up an ounce now the weed is gone
so i turned out the lights, it’s time to get it on
i’m tryin’ to hop in the bed with something super status
soon as we asked for some p-ssy them hoes would have zapped us
and no doubt, cause see…

[hook x2]

[verse 3]
that’s why a n-gg- like me ain’t fixin’ to do sh-t for these hoes
but that’s alright cause see i got a lil’ trick for these hoes
i keep two kinds a weed, one’s the ink then ones the babbage
my n-gg-s gon’ smoke the chronic, these hoes gon’ smoke this cabbage
now we up in the studio droppin’ some tracks
got b-tches off in the back, my n-gg- rollin’ the sack
twist that babbage for them hoes n-gg-
and take it back to them stupids and gold diggers
let em’ smoke all night, see how that make them feel
they could have been blowin’ chronic if they kept it real
now i hear em’ complainin’ sayin’ they can’t get high, they still sober
but that sh-t be smokin’ lil’ mama ain’t never seen that much doja
i told them to the front like
i’m on that ink so you know i feel kind of slight
i told them b-tches get the f-ck out and don’t come back
unless you bring ya own motherf-ckin’ chronic sack
and that’s a fact, cause see…

[hook repeated to end]

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