[Intro]
That n***a trying to get his watts up? hat
n***a trying get his european hat
Hey hey you got some weed
You got some for me
(Yeah, Nah)
You got some weed young dal?
(C'mon dawg)
Ya'll got some Zig-Zags
Any n***a got some Zig-Zags
(nah man I ain't got none, sh**)
Ay were them little twizlers at
Big vin you got some Zig-Zags
(hell no won't you?)
I got the twizlers n***a
(nah you gave em to ?)
Awh ain't no n***as ever got no Zig-Zag
When every n***a wanna smoke weed
You know what?
n***a's eh, the n***a thats asking for some f**ing Zig-Zag
Needs to take they a** to the store!
Eh excuse, excuse me I would like to, eh, get some of them Zig-Zags. The, eh, the orange, the orange label
Ahh, are you talking about this
Eh, no the slow burners. The kind with...
Oh, I think we're all out off
[Verse 1]
Say mister
Say mister little japanese man
I'm not gonna rob your liqour store
That's what I'm not here for
See I wanna pay for that V.S.O.P
And give me a pack of slow burners please
He said
The only thing I got is the regular or the Randy's
But I don't like the Randy's
Cause that wire sh** is blemmy
f** it, I might aswell pay for the fifth
Went on my way
I said, hey have a nice day
Went down the street to Big Bob's
Here I say
Do you have some slow burners and a couple of flickers
He said I don't think - heeey, wait a minute
Here's the last pack
Hopped in the g house
Diamond in the back
Now I've been waiting all day
To smoke my chronic
Cause one hit will make you bionic
Put it in a ruff ruff ruff neck tip?
Cause the power won't fly without it's cape
Then I peel? up all my sh**
And I smoke it with the quickness?
I, I meditate
Cause my mind is filled with niceness
Yeah
[Chorus]
It's slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
Ha, well alright
Cause it's slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
What you say well alright
Cause it's slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
Yeah, well alright
Cause it's like 32, 32, 32 leaves to every pack
Situations kinda hot
Don't stop
Cause you know just where the funk go
Yeah, funk'em real good funk'em real good
Situations kinda hot
Don't stop
Cause you know just where to funk down
Yeah, smoke'em f**'em f**'em
[Verse 2]
I'm out here cooling in the alley
Serving all my rocks
Cluckers keep coming
Like in big cluck flocks
I got doctors, lawyer, etcetera, etcetera
Cause I got the dope that they want to know better
See a cluck here wanna get some sh** on credit
But you already owe me ens
And your going to go more in debt
I'm in a generous mood
I'll give you two days
To get my motherf**ing sheets
And if you don't they'll be beef
Cause silly silly clucker get ya a** home to ya kids
Cause ya motherf**ing wrong
For leaving them kids alone at home
I see some n***as at the end of the alley
Around eleven of them men are coming towards me
I won't mall ya or nall ya?
Scared stiff ya'll
My intension was to flap my words?
And get motherf**ing ghost
Yo, now they up to no good
Cause I was clocking big jackers
In they motherf**ing hood
One n***a straight pulled out a machete
But then I broke like a motherf**er
Heading for my Chevy
Went around the corner to reload on they a**
Yeah, ya'll all know the rest
[Chorus]
Cause it's slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
Ha, well alright
Cause it's slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
Haha, well alright
Cause it's slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
Hehe, well alright
Cause it's like 32, 32, 32 leaves to every pack
Yeah, 32 leaves to every pack
Yeah, cause it's like 32 leaves to every pack
Kinda hot
Cause you know just where the funk go
Yeah funk'em funk'em smoke'em funk'em
Situations kinda hot
Don't stop
Cause you know just where the funk down
Yeah, and I don't mean under the table yall
Said situations kinda hot
Don't stop
Cause you know just where the funk down
Yeah and I do mean funk'em funk'em
Situations kinda hot
Don't stop (slow down)
Cause you know just where the funk go
Yeah and its all about this here
Slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
Ha well alright
Cause it's slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
Ha well alright
Cuz it's slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
Ha well alright
Cause it's like 32, 32, 32 leaves to every pack