AC3Beats - Stoned lyrics

(Intro) (Chuuwee) See, that's why I don't like having two blunts in rotation When its only a couple n***as smokin' (Trizz) Well nah n***a, if you just keep....remembering who to Pa** it too, it shouldn't be a problem. You know what I'm sayin? (Chuuwee) Aye, go this way bruh, aye go this way... (Trizz) Ahhh f** [Verses: Trizz & Chuuwee] (Chuuwee) Sharpest n***as since razor blades and chainsaws If the dome great, I'd love to pick at her bread more Marijuana the medicine, keep the flame warm Smokin' L's in the booth is what I sustain for (Trizz) I've used words, you've never heard before Bad words with adverbs, let my brain restore f** yo pretty punchlines and them lame metaphores These n***as, ain't sayin' nothin' They just tryna record, I'm bored (Chuuwee) Ain't a stain on me even if it's seven days worn Vans on and if I had'em, n***a my J's torn I straight sworn to f** b**hes when they swarm B's in the trap, blowin' bomb like napalm (Trizz) My spit is venomous, mentally f**in' intricate Sick as sh**, I be rippin' sh**, n***as ain't Comprehending this. Typical n***a written sh** How much money they gettin' and how much p**y They hittin' you gotta f**in' be kidding me (Chuuwee) The aesthetic of still driving with a straight warrant I swear that they don't want it, still pull up skateboarding That n***a Chuuwee just surf by like wake boarding How I'm not the best like, how could a n***a hate Jordan (Trizz) f** a n***a wearing J's, these Taylors fit fine Don't get it twisted, I ain't broke, sh** I be gettin' Mine. n***a I keep it real, I'd rather die than live a Lie. I live alive, alive I live, until I die, I'm gettin by (Chuuwee) The most blunted, most n***as do much frontin' I'm buck chasin' and duck huntin' to f** somethin' Or f** up sh** n***a we came to break somethin' Yo face, yo car windows or in yo place youngin' (Trizz) In yo face youngin' all up in yo face thuggin' Where them duckets? n***as gotta eat (Chuuwee) f** modesty apologies I see the chance to make Some calm comradery, I pa**, ain't gone be No lazy a** n***a stoppin' me. Wall street Stock market poppin' off properly. Mach Speed Yahts b**h I reach for the impossibly (Trizz) Impossibly possibly I probably deep as Sacrates Hen I was cuttin' up bodies, sh** became a commodity Forgot I had some Nas in me, n***as forgot the Pac in me Walk the streets of Compton with shockingly no K-Dot in me (Chuuwee) If she don't drink sake she can't rock with me If she ain't smokin' no tweeds get out the co*k pit Please, please, please, peace, peace, peace Be easy for that mili meezy, speak, speak, speak She cheated on her n***a for three weeks, she creap She talk about yo business in the street, she weak Don't talk a lot of business to these freaks The freaks speak, be tellin' all yo enemies Yo street, peach street (Trizz) Drink Drink Drink b**h Drink Lay on the bed and let me sink my dick Into you patite, tight squeeze between them cheeks We ease between them sheets, we hittin' s**ual peaks Sensation is so unique (Chuuwee) They value the rhyme spit, like diamond Sierra Le You n***a's ain't scaring me, you apparently Sarah Lee I put you in therapy, I ain't stingy to share the heat There's no comparing to me, these n***as is incomplete (Chuuwee & Trizz) I get high, I get high And get off, and get off My sh** ride, my sh** ride My sh** raw, my sh** raw I get high, I get high And get off, and get off (x2) My sh** ride, my sh** ride My sh** raw, my sh** raw I get high, I get high And get off, and get off I get high, I get high And get off, and get off n***a.....