(Chorus: Yukmouth)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
(Yukmouth)
Surpress the brown b**h up in the Crown Vic's
Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it
gets around it while n***as quit (woah!)
This b**h look better than Whitney, lick her titties
Cause n***as say the p**y be the stick-icky
One puff'll turn your brain cells to dust
Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness
s** her up, but there's a million b**hes just like her
Even dykes try to f** her in the cypher with the lighter
Puttin' the dick on the a** an', everybody cashin, blackin
Latino motherf**ers know they be mashin
n***a like whas' happenin'?
You can keep them sa**y the dickey used to
Nicky Bone to top to dump the hash in
My partners they be askin' Mr. Y-U-K
Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin'?
With a hundred gun and a hundred click
to the sto', they get phillies
To we get blunted as we wanna get
(Chorus: Yukmouth)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
(Poppa L.Q.)
I takes my gat with a phillie I don't need no quote
Now boss player this is how I like to blow my smoke
I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back
of a building, top player, makin' a little bits with a cup up of spit
It makes me sick and upset when it's spit and silly
whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet
It doesn't matter, rich or po', I couldn't care less bro
It mixes when I'm out and let the motherf**er smoke no hoe
I shake the bud mary-tramps, the one that tried to shove the weed up the fifth
Without givin' up no co*ker food stamps
I know they want it, but smokin' for free, I don't condone it
Don't put your crusty lips on it if you ain't got no chips on it
I spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out here
And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here
You're doin' too much catin' in the cypher wit'cha
lighter, tryin' to flick your big, if you ain't got no skits, you can't get hit
(Chorus: Yukmouth)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
(The Luniz & Poppa L.Q.)
How many blunts do you blow on the daily
Many money I blow many, many, many
I smoke plenty (well, won't your black a** quit being stingy)
I'm not greedy (well, where's that weed fiend?)
(You better quit smokin' those beadys in my fo' hun)
(Blow one for the po-one)
(n***a, don't you owe one?) (Act like ya know one)
No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs
(f** the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs)
But no fund, no gas money
(Well, even if a dummy has money)
(He'll be a dumber dummy then bin his a** money)
My blunt is my keeper like cash money
Blast money, stash money, the last money was considered
bombs, stick, green gra** money
Roll, but next time, I'ma put a little to the side (hash money)
(Yukmouth)
Hey n***a I started smellin' weed and hella weed
then I started sellin' weed
b**h be tellin' me, they wanna smoke
to catch Mozik than a spellin' bee
Cause I smoke they a** under the table
The hoes stable, pa** me that cigarette or phillie
(Poppa L.Q.)
I got that feelin' again, let's smoke that acrylin'
again, I said you willin' again, then we can walk the Poppa-ceiling again
I storms in like a mighty blast of wind
Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an' (Aaahhh!) (*Cough*)
(High powered sh**, tell that n***a down the road to roll the sh** up man)
(Man y'all n***as need to quit this sh**)
(n***a, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this sh**)
(Man, you already know do')
(Numskull)
f** around and smoke the sprayed up
n***a be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up
Smellin' like a** hemp's and grine, co*ky mouth
chap lips, f**in' off all the poo-nanny
If y'all gonna smoke I'll be the designated weed roller
Call me Numboy, the motherf**in' seed roller
But you gotta crack the window though
Cause me and the lads like Whoopi Goldberg in centerfolds
Drink-a-lot never like to think-a-lot
n***a I don't smoke no more cause I don't like the stank-a-lot
n***a I'm drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too n***a
f**, how you gonna say that sh** n***a if you be smokin' cigarettes (f** y'all)
And me n***a, (I wanna get blunted my brother)
You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a n***a
f** you n***a, sh**ty a** n***as (f** you n***a)
Smell like straight dookie (*echoes*)
(*Laughter till fade*)