Devin The Dude - Chilled Coughee lyrics

[Verse 1 - Devin The Dude] I'm Puffin' I never get enough in I never cook coke up on the stovetop But I'm stuffin' these nuts up in the guts of a s*ut no doubt But it's trapped inside a rubber Should I flush that ho out? To use again? Well it depends do I have another one I cuss for fun Too cool to have to buss a gun I don't have to duck and run I could f** a bum up quick But that's some tenth grade sh** And it's all about chillin', smilin', laughin' So you know I'm willin', hollin', and I'm grabbin' At a freak before I leave best believe I'm weeded You rollin that billie jean b**h BEAT IT! And you see that we the n***as who smoke the most People propose a toast from coast to coast But it don't even matter whose the highest Cause if it ain't dope Their ain't no hope They ain't gone buy it [Verse 2 - Curren$y] Yeeeaaah Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double S Quarter bag mostly shake but this'll have to do I guess GPS loaded with the coordinates Of this b**h crib to receive love and nourishment In the form of joints rolled, Drinks poured Her in nothing but a robe, playin her roll I saw the mack when I was only 11 years old And I swore to never be a simp for a ho Approach the closed do' It crack open before my eyes Shorty with a doobie of her own I am not surprised Cause I don't kick it on the low With no b**hes that don't get high Wrap me a to go plate and ask if I want her to drive Cause I got far too much on my mind Industrial size gears I'm caught in a grind At your grandma's house Plastic cover the couch Before I sit down She question me for smellin' like a pound