DP - Crunk lyrics

[Doobie Smoov] (*inhales*)Graveyard b**h (*inhales*),(*exhales*) [Doobie Smoov] I was born in da south so the South I'm gon' die but in the mean Time everyday I'ma be high because I Might loose my life on these streets Tonight but when I wake up in da morning Everything is alright my heads tighter Then yo p**y fo' that n***a pop yo cherry Smokin on Louisiana's finest Halley Berry Ces as I rest my hand on that 3-80 alotta n***as hate me but they can't fade me Got my b**hes in check you bustas cause me No threat murder who murder me but I ain't dead Yet now Mr. Doobie Smoov comin down like rain Smokin blunts popin vik's ain't a damn thing changed I'm just slammin that jammin that screw up In slow motion a n***a solo smokin through yo Nieghborhood I'm coastin floatin to free my mind Just like in vouge and I dont be given a f** About no hoe thats real n***a deal wit a Louisiana Pimp I'm steadily smokin hemp put the flame To da tip you know that Graveyard's in dis b**h And all you hoes can have a coke and smile Cause tradin putang for weed now that ain't my style sh** baby Bob Marley's what they call me Leave it up to me I'll blow the whole world a charge And we gon' get crunk..... [Chorus:DP] We gon' get crunk Lets get drunk Lets get high so high [Doobie Smoov] Livin life up in that smoke zone n***a you know its so on that herb Is in the air we smokers extrondar While stanky dank be the bomb stanky p**y Is a no no if yo p**y smell like chronic Then yo a** has gots to go hoe Slow yo f**in role and dont be shiesty Wit that k**a cause dis is yo boy And you's my n***a f** fo' n***as and one Blunt just waiting for turns let be fo' n***as And fo' blunts and everybody can burn My concern ain't the mothaf**in laws at this Time infact its if this f**in ounce is wieghin Right in exact 28 my sh** is straight now its Time for me to blow somethin I'm waitin on this White boy wit some pills to let me know somethin No somethin no front smoke fest can you see me On the porch of the house in alley smokin sweet leaf They say what you gon' do when the weed run Dry well I'ma smoke a beata and cool out I got that shawdre screwed out..... [Chorus:DP rp2x] [Doobie Smoov] Lets get crunk wit five blunts and A fifth of Alize not just tonight but every Mothaf**in day I pray that up in heaven Thier'll be fields fulla weed a pound a two For you a pound a two for me baby its all about The k**a mayn mothaf** the bamma so much guingia We gon' make Jamiaca in Louisiana cause yo a** Ain't ballin if yo a** ain't burnin put some Nightquill on yo blunt and dry it out and fry it Out I still smell like a pound real tight twisted Hillfiger conversation got me gamin on these n***as Like a real n***a they say Mr. Doobie Smoov yo herb is On fire but I dont need no water let the mothaf**a burn [Chorus till end]