KMD - Frogs 'N' Logs lyrics

[J. Mack] Roll up, n***a! Who's matchin'? [Ted Roe] Gut bucket... XXL... You know we gotta roll 2... ...at least! Maybe 3 or 4 [J. Mack, Repeats throughout] BLUNTS! [Ted Roe] Well, well, well... Sounds like it's time for cypher, let's go to Mel Kypher Blunt rotors like motors on your windshield wipers We got rello's, gla**, some papers, even got a vapor Black Sticks, Black Ops, 2K12, grenade grater Break ‘em all down, Nuggets ground into shake 13 Purple G's, call it Throwback Lakers Had 24, but for scratch I'm a scraper And stay chopping trees like a f**in' landscaper Mr. Rogers flavor, whiff, you'll wanna be my neighbor Scholar of The Wu and pump the 40th Chamber Method to my madness, a crime rhyme strangler Kind to snatch your brain out your a** with a hanger Library of rhymes like I slang outta Sanger Pa** to my partner, Power Rangers to Bangers I burn like a range, and with Mics, I'm a mangler Made in Jeep City like a 4 Door Wrangler Roe! [G. Money Wright] As I pack my bong with that sticky weed I realize Mary Jane's the only b**h I need Spark that lighter up n***a, let's get blowed like Sheed Comin' down off the dro, I got that need for speed [Ted Roe] Well, I'm Chairman of the Swamp, like Kermit the Frog Never rollin' up pins, stay rollin' the logs It don't matter, bet it's fatter, so don't sweat it like hogs Produce flame, I'm glad you came cuz the rooms bout to smog It might get coughy, then groggy, slimy and slobbery Ask "What's The Swamp?", I tell yo' a** "Where my MOB be" Bout as black as coffee, twice as strong She told her man to his face my dick's twice as long Mr. Sexual Choc'late: watch me get in them thongs And if he's mad, then it's on, now he feelin' he's strong He'll get snapped like a stem, let him get at me wrong Royal Flush all his paper, that's the sh** I be on Then swiss cheese on that ham, like I'm Jimmy & John's Stay rollin' with the thunder like a carpet of bombs Still travel back in time for my hit off the bong I'm Randy Watson: droppin' Mics when I finish my song [High C. Wright] Roll it up, that Loud, I don't do the Miller (No Reggie...) Back to Back, that sh** we blowing is some k**er (Some Fire...) I'm Godzilla off hard liquor and a stick of Haze (That Purple...) My eyes low, I'm f**ed up when a n***a blaze (I'm Gone.) [Ted Roe] I was rappin' to this bad lil Texan Said she liked my rhymes and the way that I be flexin' On to the next, she was down for the s** and I Zoomed on the boom, like I'm Wrecks'n'FX and Womb to the Tomb, I proclaim to be best and Anything less is just the game and it's tests If a clash is your quest then you came for a mess Cuz while you came with a vest, I don't aim for the chest Bring pain to your neck and demand my respect Cuz I ain't came in this game for the fame and the stress Ask around, I gets down and the lames I molest And the 419 is the lane that rep! Got cess? Let me test and feel the flame in my chest Not a flame like Madea, but a, flame like the reefer Got stains on my sneakers, Top Frog Under Gla** First you pull, then you puff, then you pa**... ...and that's the gra** Roll. That. sh**. The. f**. Up! No Hoovering. No Hoovering. No Hoovering [J. Mack] The Blunts, Blunts, Blunts, BLUNTS! ROLL UP, ni**a!