*featuring The Speedknot Mobstaz
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[Danny Boy]
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On the porch, on the porch
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Smokin reefa
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Hmmm yeah
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[Liffy Stokes]
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I woke up early Saturday morning sick off Rhemy and brews
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Wit a hang over from blues
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Hurl on my clothes and shoes stomach on wooz
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From this killer weed that's so fired it made your nose bleed
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I had me so high, my brain was fried movin at slow speed
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This thick bitch chose me and was stickin like liquor
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She look to tight that bodies right my heart and mind was like "Dick her"
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But wit my body aching from hurl sensation that's got me shaken
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I swiftly took the number and passed on ass that was for the taken
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I remember wakin up at the flat fucked up in the back
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Checkin on my weed and scratch I damn near fell out the lat
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I hit the sack to sleep it off woke up woozy and still smoking
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Twista's wishes thinking about last night and the bitch that was scopin
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Fuck it lets get 'em on I grabbed the phone "Girl call your friends"
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Then I hit Twista and Maze and them bout the bitch in the Benz
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Nigga push only cause I see them already been in the block
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You know the lit niggas you'll find us in my favorite spot
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And that's on
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[Chorus 2x]
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The front porch smoking reefa
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The weed got 'em feelin umm hmm
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On the front porch getting deeper
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Ghetto love got 'em feelin, umm hmm yeah yeah
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[Maze]
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In the summer I hit the front porch wit a morning B
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Sippin on the duce duce OZ
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And I be killin me how many thick fees I see
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Getting bubbly waitin for Stokes and T, I spit a little game at three
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Tryin to talk up on the shoppin spree
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Or a B of that stinky green free
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Straight getting, to puff puff pass
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and drive up my gas hittin all the hot blocks
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Bumpin "Legit Ballers" to "Rock Y'all Spot"
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Everybody know the shit 'bout to drop
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See from Northbound to Ten Row in it go tryin to get they props
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Pollutin the air wit squares, blunts, and tops
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Settin up shops for lots comin back nots
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Each and everyday of the week
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the Mobsta Elites be on somebody porch dumpin heat
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Bustin flows in the cipher getting deep
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While we cheat something sweet to Legendary beats
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'Till we reached our peak
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Scummy aloud attractin crowds to the street
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Then it's time to retreat grab something to eat
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And head to the late front to get up wit some freaks
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Wit a treat under the seat
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For the cats who get the sudden urge and wanna try to jack
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Cause when your pockets is fat
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It seems like all the haters and hood-rats want to attack
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And when the park close we hit the liquor store
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for a box of Sitches and a fifth of Yak
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South on the corner and get a few sacks
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Or betta yet the whole pack so we can get back
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On the
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[Chorus]
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[Twista]
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One morning I
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Woke up next to a choclate fee and a red bone
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My dick was hard I started stroking and poking
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After toppin I tell them to role the blunt
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Cause on the front I hear them niggas steady smoking and jokin
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I heard it's gonna be hot outside gotta get up and lay my clothes out
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It's gonna be too many hoes out
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Before my ladies rolled out I got 'em to clean up the whole house
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Then I threw my fit on look in the mirror get on gone
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"Nigga you looking dope because you got a knot"
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Ain't no cruising up out the hop
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I'm hangin by the spot cause I had to put the Lexus off up in the shop
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But it's all to good it's a hood thang
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Never too bogus notice the love on the block that nigga coolin
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Aiming the radio out the window steady grooving
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Tip by the corner store wit the indo steady movin
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Niggas who flippin new 98's is steady cruising
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Bumpin up the block flossin for the chicks cause they rich
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But I ain't leavin off the front with the blunt
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Set a switch just to pull in all the thickest btiches
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At the crib I can't get caught wit heat
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If it's some static I shall chalk and sweep
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I go and get the B's up off but chief
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"Come get me if the phone for me I'm at the party across the street"
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I'm enjoying the breeze high degreez and no ease
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Pockets be full of G's smoking B's hiding the fees
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Making no enemies the po P's yellin out "Freeze"
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Serving niggas wit ease staking cheese so nigga please
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Tell me 'bout |