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$weet-t & danny g beats - jay and silent bob lyrics

[intro]
ah, let me get a nickel back
fifteen bucks, little man, put that sh+t in my hand
if that money doesn’t show, then you owe me, owe me, owe
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)

[verse 1: $weet+t]
we got them sticks that go boom and the whips that go zoom
i have a bb pop your top for a qp of shrooms
me and dan kitted out, now we’re blindin’ the room
try and make a move on us, we’ll put you in a tomb
when it comes to gettin’ hoes, i’m the ambassador
we slide on opps repeatedly, the whip got a flux capacitor
so many sticks in the crib, i could use ’em for a bannister
arp dead silеnt, it’s filled with a canister
i milk my fiends and up thе cheese, you would think i run a dairy
when 12 comes around, i’m out this b+tch like perry
my opps don’t want the work with $weet, they’re really soft and scary
i got a 50 bmg, that’s my everyday carry

[verse 2: danny g beats]
454 casull, that’s a big friendly giant
outside the methadone clinic, i just met a new client
barely graduated, back in school, i failed every assignment
i got the froze piece from hutch, now i’m f+ckin’ up the climate
at a mansion party right now, this b+tch ridin’ a sybian
ain’t n0body’s opinion valid to me unless they got a million
you’re not the boss of sh+t, you’re more like a minion
self+reliant, i govern with undisputed dominion
growin’ shrooms at the russell, that’s just my side+hustle
my plug look just like duncan trussell
i keep that thang on me, i ain’t even tryna tussle
reach for this chain, i’ma up the strap, don’t move a muscle
[verse 3: $weet+t]
it’s just me and dan on the track, but we’re movin’ as a unit
it’s not enough to pack a burner, gotta show me how you use it
gave my shooter a perc’, now he’s about to lose it
i’m more valid than khaled, big $weet the best music
i tell a b+tch how it is, i don’t got time to bicker
hit my fiend’s pack with fetty and it blew up his ticker
my custy let me touch the shrooms to make ’em hit quicker
used to sell footb+lls, i should’ve been a kicker
if the fiends lost my number, they blew up my hotmail
makin’ plays in the city, but the plug lives in scottsdale
your whole block’s frail and fruity like some c+cktails
got a caribbean b+tch ’bout to suck me up like oxtails

[verse 4: danny g beats]
big $weet’s evil and i’m bad like steve seagal
two twin glocks on me, this when bad meets evil
bad lightskin b+tch give me head, i think she was creole
hit her at the trap and blow her back out like 03 greedo
just left the range with $kid, his new strap’s legal
we’re the bloodhound gang, y’all some beagles
i told my fiend be careful, don’t do too much, it’s lethal
just seen this b+tch off edgevale shoot up with a dirty needle
junkie got too many tracks, she shootin’ up through her peehole
turn to smeagol, she snortin’ lines off the smeagol
honest abe with my crew, but to the police, i’m deceitful
this is jay and silent bob, just wait for the sequel

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