(Chorus: Yukmouth)
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P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
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We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
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(I wanna get blunted my brother)
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P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
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We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
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(I wanna get blunted my brother)
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(Yukmouth)
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Surpress the brown bitch up in the Crown Vic's
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Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it
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gets around it while niggas quit (woah!)
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This bitch look better than Whitney, lick her titties
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Cause niggas say the pussy be the stick-icky
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One puff'll turn your brain cells to dust
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Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness
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Suck her up, but there's a million bitches just like her
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Even dykes try to fuck her in the cypher with the lighter
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Puttin' the dick on the ass an', everybody cashin, blackin
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Latino motherfuckers know they be mashin
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Nigga like whas' happenin'?
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You can keep them sassy the dickey used to
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Nicky Bone to top to dump the hash in
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My partners they be askin' Mr. Y-U-K
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Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin'?
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With a hundred gun and a hundred click
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to the sto', they get phillies
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To we get blunted as we wanna get
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(Chorus: Yukmouth)
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P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
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We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
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(I wanna get blunted my brother)
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P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
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We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
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(I wanna get blunted my brother)
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(Poppa L.Q.)
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I takes my gat with a phillie I don't need no quote
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Now boss player this is how I like to blow my smoke
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I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back
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of a building, top player, makin' a little bits with a cup up of spit
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It makes me sick and upset when it's spit and silly
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whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet
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It doesn't matter, rich or po', I couldn't care less bro
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It mixes when I'm out and let the motherfucker smoke no hoe
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I shake the bud mary-tramps, the one that tried to shove the weed up the fifth
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Without givin' up no cocker food stamps
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I know they want it, but smokin' for free, I don't condone it
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Don't put your crusty lips on it if you ain't got no chips on it
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I spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out here
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And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here
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You're doin' too much catin' in the cypher wit'cha
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lighter, tryin' to flick your big, if you ain't got no skits, you can't get hit
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(Chorus: Yukmouth)
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P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
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We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
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(I wanna get blunted my brother)
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P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
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We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
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(I wanna get blunted my brother)
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(The Luniz & Poppa L.Q.)
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How many blunts do you blow on the daily
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Many money I blow many, many, many
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I smoke plenty (well, won't your black ass quit being stingy)
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I'm not greedy (well, where's that weed fiend?)
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(You better quit smokin' those beadys in my fo' hun)
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(Blow one for the po-one)
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(Nigga, don't you owe one?) (Act like ya know one)
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No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs
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(Fuck the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs)
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But no fund, no gas money
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(Well, even if a dummy has money)
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(He'll be a dumber dummy then bin his ass money)
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My blunt is my keeper like cash money
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Blast money, stash money, the last money was considered
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bombs, stick, green grass money
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Roll, but next time, I'ma put a little to the side (hash money)
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(Yukmouth)
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Hey nigga I started smellin' weed and hella weed
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then I started sellin' weed
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Bitch be tellin' me, they wanna smoke
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to catch Mozik than a spellin' bee
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Cause I smoke they ass under the table
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The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie
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(Poppa L.Q.)
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I got that feelin' again, let's smoke that acrylin'
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again, I said you willin' again, then we can walk the Poppa-ceiling again
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I storms in like a mighty blast of wind
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Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an' (Aaahhh!) (*Cough*)
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(High powered shit, tell that nigga down the road to roll the shit up man)
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(Man y'all niggas need to quit this shit)
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(Nigga, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this shit)
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