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tru - smokin green lyrics

my n-gg- big bos gon hit this sweet
kane and abel (what’s up) gon hit the m-th-f–kin sweet
(what’s up mo b? )
skull dugrey (kl) said p-ss that m-th-f–ka right here (craig b)
i’m a smoke some of this
for all my n-gg-z dat’s dead and gone and ain’t here
(time for us tru n-gg-z to get y’all n-gg-z high)
smoke somethin (silkk in this b-tch, c-murder)
for all them n-gg-z in the projects that’s tryin to come up
(and you know me, master p, pervin on that m-th-f–kin swisha sweet)
mr serv-on gon hit this sweet (swisha sweet)
somebody done (that m-th-f–kin green chronic)
(n-gg- that’s how we smoke it down here)
put big pokey on that m-th-f–kin… on that dank
(dank, doja) got him hooked on chronic
(we don’t f–k with that brown weed) big v said
(brown weed’s for suckas, n-gg-) p-ss him the sweet
and then give it to big mann (and we serve cluckas)
(so it’s time to jump in yo m-th-f–kin ride and get it smoked up)
don’t p-ss it, n-gg-, to big ed cause you know he’ll mug you
(i want the windows to be foggy)
(and tell ya partna n-gg-, p-ss that m-th-f–ka, go like this here)

chorus: 1, 2, 3 n-gg-z blowin dank in my cadillac
4, 5 n-gg-z smokin weed in my cadillac
6, 7 n-gg-z blowin dank in my cadillac
8, 9 n-gg-z blowin weed in my cadillac
10, 11 n-gg-z gettin high in my cadillac
12, 13 n-gg-z won’t fit in my cadillac
gettin high in my cadillac
n-gg-z smokin sweets in the cadilla

uunngghh!

[verse i]
tru n-gg-z keep roaches in the ashtray (ashtray)
and smoke mo chronic than that n-gg- diggity dr. dre
ask cube, cause today is a good day (good day)
and i been blowin that green all f–kin day
and these hoes on my nuts, cause i got that weed
keep em 2 for 5, n-gg-z i got it 4 for 3
holla at yo boy, if you wanna get high
i keep that green when i’m rollin in my dope ride
lickin on that sweet, split it with your fingernail
dump the tobacco out, p-ss the green dank that’s real

turn up the b-ss on the 18s
roll up the window cause a n-gg- can’t lose no swisha sweet
smoke, and let my n-gg-z choke,
and if you can’t handle that dank, get your -ss out my car bro
we been smokin since ’83,
’97 silkk told y’all hoes, none of y’all b-tches ride for free

[verse ii]
you got twenty let’s go half on a 40,
stop the lac at motel 6, it’s time to get r-t-rded
b-tch ask me for a shotgun, i’m bout that
20 minutes, that same ho on her back
talkin bout, she high as a kigitty-kite
but we been f–kin and smokin dank all f–kin night
made it home mama smellin on a n-gg- shirt
say it smell like chronic, i mean that green dirt
got a n-gg- fiendin, flippin to lunch
i mean you know that dank (oooowheeee!) have you with the munch
d-mn n-gg-, but it’s all good
after today i do that same sh-t, knock on wood
my red eyes need visine, i got mine
if y’all n-gg-z still smokin, fool press rewind

(rewind noises)

chorus

verse i

[mo b. d-ck]
let’s go half on a 40 sack
roll up some swishas, (i told y’all n-gg-z i was gon get y’all high)
for some pull on that
cause it’s time to get high (cause that’s how tru n-gg-z ride)
that’s how tru n-gg-z ride (no limit soldiers)

repeat

smokin weed, makes me feel fine
lord i got the chronic on my mind (repeat)

[master p]
playaz get high, let’s get smoked n-gg-, d-mn
one of y’all n-gg-z gon pay
for my seats, y’all done burned up my m-th-f–kin seats!

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