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the burn unit - how many? lyrics

[intro: smoke dza]
you’re gifted with the power
turn water into wine
too long
get a hundred thousand dollar dimes
you get the point
statik selektah

[chorus: smoke dza]
how many puffs does it take to turn a joint into a roach clip?
how many pulls does it take to see the bottom of a whole zip?
how many puffs does it take to turn a joint into a roach clip?
how many l’s does it take to see the bottom of a bag?

[verse 1: smoke dza]
set a n-gg- out, i need that potency that flow with me
that omg, that where the f-ck you get that sh-t from?
dawg, i need that o-o.g. , not potpourri, come smoke with me
get fourth degree burns on your motherf-cking lungs
she asking ’bout a million questions, got curbed last round
[?]
blowing loud every time i’m in the club
n-gg-s running down asking for a dub
sipping some avian, low as [?]
[?] and my clothes smell like cheeba
reefer wrapping raw, seek the benefits for sure
got this quarter piece by law, my feet’ll never touch the floor
kushed god, they like you on something
yeah, big clouds like the storm’s coming
too ch-nky-eyed for me to see
i tryna match up with the boy, you end up f-cking up your re-up

[verse 2: young roddy]
she ask me do i love her, i said girl you must be tripping
you ain’t mary jane, i love her more than anything
only b-tch that bad enough for me to buy a wedding ring
only b-tch that had me p-ssy whipped and that’s on everything
only girl that held me down when i wasn’t working much
bad enough to hang my jersey up
and can i get an amen, word up
she don’t know how bad i need her, [?] roddy’s murderous
jack boys, [?] boys, and burglars
slick side crazy sh-t, forever my lady
it’s always f-ck you, pay me, when you born in the 80’s
she always in my corner, met her right on the corner
i even spent my last dime tryna cop another quarter
a pro with the reefer, smoke a n-gg- to a coma
my homie tried to warn me, be careful ’cause she will harm ya
her sh-t was so good she made a n-gg- double back
then a couple years later she made my lungs collapse, d-mn

[verse 3: trademark da skydiver]
yeah, o.g. smoking o.g., smelling like an oz
pump that gas low key, all the potheads know me
drop the ticket if you find something bigger than a qp
certified loud pack, [?] strong, bruce lee
my young hoe smoke the pressure till her eyes look chinese
my cougar like to smoke it out the hookah, she might od
my main b-tch been on her mary jane sh-t since ’03
and i ain’t been the same since i smoke my first lb
sv only smoke the best trees
in a session with me you better bring your best weed
uh, i’m on hydro like a jet ski, my n-gg-
[?] like e.t. with moon rocks in my swisher
sour d on a beach with my hippy b-tch and
light is flicking like they taking paparazzi pictures
all they wanna know is how many puffs does it take
to reach the bottom of the l, i can’t remember

[outro]
you’re gifted with the power
too long

- the burn unit lyrics

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