Wrap Sumden 歌词
| 歌曲 | Wrap Sumden |
| 歌手 | Nelly |
| 专辑 | Country Grammar |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jason Epperson & Cornell Haynes & Nelly | |
| Vocal：Nelly/The St.Lunatics | |
| (Chorus) x2 | |
| Hey this is no lie | |
| Me and my niggas gettin high | |
| Yo if you look up in the sky | |
| You might see us floating by | |
| You see Biggie be like what's beef? | |
| Me I'm like what's weed? | |
| Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know. | |
| Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke. | |
| And I'm thanking my refer chief for making me choke. | |
| I'm like one of those half-baked thugs, I'm in love. | |
| Then after that roll cool 'J's' I mean bud. | |
| Cause I still piss stems and still shit seeds, | |
| I spit residue smoke on my way to buy weed. | |
| Wrap Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and Chong. | |
| My best friends a bong and my homies a smokaholic. | |
| I know one day, I'm gone stop, | |
| but that'll be the day when my seeds don't pop. | |
| You see weed helps me get my thoughts together quick. | |
| But on the other hand, as soon as I'm sober I forget. | |
| Shit, I'm still stuck at point 'A' ya dig, | |
| and my momma think that I should quit. | |
| (Chorus) x2 | |
| Ya I get high. | |
| You might see me stroll by | |
| in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye. | |
| I'm sick now. | |
| I think I'm catching glaucoma. | |
| See me on the corner, looking for weed donars. | |
| You know how we do it kid. We get that good herb and swerve. | |
| Till the gas run out, the way we smokes absurd. | |
| That's my word, Wrap Sumden (Wrap Sumden), | |
| make a nigga clap somthing, get all mad and slap somthing. | |
| Yo grab the towels cover the smoke alarms and doors. | |
| See I somke alone, I need grass like lawn mowers. | |
| Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time, | |
| and I burn mine, don't you ever ever touch mine. | |
| Fire it up dog, but watch out for 5-0. | |
| Eyes blowed fuck plenty henny and hydro. | |
| Fuck a bitch and some clothes, I gotta get rich | |
| gold platinum and do some shows and get blowed. | |
| (Chorus) x2 | |
| All I know, is money making hoes and smoking endo. | |
| If I wasn't high I'd probably know a little more, | |
| but since I don't some might consider me slow. | |
| Don't worry though. | |
| I keep the pants sag. Bubble eye hands rag. | |
| Eyes glassed smoking fill from the hash. | |
| Choking after that but don't the blunt pass. | |
| 'What we doin' today' Same shit we did last week. | |
| Wake up in the morning and yawn and roll up. | |
| Bag up and make some runs and roll up. | |
| 5-0 behind me my niggas so hold up. | |
| Ok made a left so continue to roll up. | |
| Don't get me wrong police, yo I stop for them, | |
| but when they leave guaranteed I'll be smoking again. | |
| Catch my second wind and start in on my next bag. | |
| The type of nigga smoke on the way to his rehab. | |
| (Chorus) x2 | |
| *Fade* | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo qu : Jason Epperson Cornell Haynes Nelly | |
| Vocal: Nelly The St. Lunatics | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Hey this is no lie | |
| Me and my niggas gettin high | |
| Yo if you look up in the sky | |
| You might see us floating by | |
| You see Biggie be like what' s beef? | |
| Me I' m like what' s weed? | |
| Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know. | |
| Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke. | |
| And I' m thanking my refer chief for making me choke. | |
| I' m like one of those halfbaked thugs, I' m in love. | |
| Then after that roll cool ' J' s' I mean bud. | |
| Cause I still piss stems and still shit seeds, | |
| I spit residue smoke on my way to buy weed. | |
| Wrap Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and Chong. | |
| My best friends a bong and my homies a smokaholic. | |
| I know one day, I' m gone stop, | |
| but that' ll be the day when my seeds don' t pop. | |
| You see weed helps me get my thoughts together quick. | |
| But on the other hand, as soon as I' m sober I forget. | |
| Shit, I' m still stuck at point ' A' ya dig, | |
| and my momma think that I should quit. | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Ya I get high. | |
| You might see me stroll by | |
| in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye. | |
| I' m sick now. | |
| I think I' m catching glaucoma. | |
| See me on the corner, looking for weed donars. | |
| You know how we do it kid. We get that good herb and swerve. | |
| Till the gas run out, the way we smokes absurd. | |
| That' s my word, Wrap Sumden Wrap Sumden, | |
| make a nigga clap somthing, get all mad and slap somthing. | |
| Yo grab the towels cover the smoke alarms and doors. | |
| See I somke alone, I need grass like lawn mowers. | |
| Say dutch time, roll up it' s clutch time, | |
| and I burn mine, don' t you ever ever touch mine. | |
| Fire it up dog, but watch out for 50. | |
| Eyes blowed fuck plenty henny and hydro. | |
| Fuck a bitch and some clothes, I gotta get rich | |
| gold platinum and do some shows and get blowed. | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| All I know, is money making hoes and smoking endo. | |
| If I wasn' t high I' d probably know a little more, | |
| but since I don' t some might consider me slow. | |
| Don' t worry though. | |
| I keep the pants sag. Bubble eye hands rag. | |
| Eyes glassed smoking fill from the hash. | |
| Choking after that but don' t the blunt pass. | |
| ' What we doin' today' Same shit we did last week. | |
| Wake up in the morning and yawn and roll up. | |
| Bag up and make some runs and roll up. | |
| 50 behind me my niggas so hold up. | |
| Ok made a left so continue to roll up. | |
| Don' t get me wrong police, yo I stop for them, | |
| but when they leave guaranteed I' ll be smoking again. | |
| Catch my second wind and start in on my next bag. | |
| The type of nigga smoke on the way to his rehab. | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Fade | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Jason Epperson Cornell Haynes Nelly | |
| Vocal: Nelly The St. Lunatics | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Hey this is no lie | |
| Me and my niggas gettin high | |
| Yo if you look up in the sky | |
| You might see us floating by | |
| You see Biggie be like what' s beef? | |
| Me I' m like what' s weed? | |
| Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know. | |
| Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke. | |
| And I' m thanking my refer chief for making me choke. | |
| I' m like one of those halfbaked thugs, I' m in love. | |
| Then after that roll cool ' J' s' I mean bud. | |
| Cause I still piss stems and still shit seeds, | |
| I spit residue smoke on my way to buy weed. | |
| Wrap Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and Chong. | |
| My best friends a bong and my homies a smokaholic. | |
| I know one day, I' m gone stop, | |
| but that' ll be the day when my seeds don' t pop. | |
| You see weed helps me get my thoughts together quick. | |
| But on the other hand, as soon as I' m sober I forget. | |
| Shit, I' m still stuck at point ' A' ya dig, | |
| and my momma think that I should quit. | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Ya I get high. | |
| You might see me stroll by | |
| in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye. | |
| I' m sick now. | |
| I think I' m catching glaucoma. | |
| See me on the corner, looking for weed donars. | |
| You know how we do it kid. We get that good herb and swerve. | |
| Till the gas run out, the way we smokes absurd. | |
| That' s my word, Wrap Sumden Wrap Sumden, | |
| make a nigga clap somthing, get all mad and slap somthing. | |
| Yo grab the towels cover the smoke alarms and doors. | |
| See I somke alone, I need grass like lawn mowers. | |
| Say dutch time, roll up it' s clutch time, | |
| and I burn mine, don' t you ever ever touch mine. | |
| Fire it up dog, but watch out for 50. | |
| Eyes blowed fuck plenty henny and hydro. | |
| Fuck a bitch and some clothes, I gotta get rich | |
| gold platinum and do some shows and get blowed. | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| All I know, is money making hoes and smoking endo. | |
| If I wasn' t high I' d probably know a little more, | |
| but since I don' t some might consider me slow. | |
| Don' t worry though. | |
| I keep the pants sag. Bubble eye hands rag. | |
| Eyes glassed smoking fill from the hash. | |
| Choking after that but don' t the blunt pass. | |
| ' What we doin' today' Same shit we did last week. | |
| Wake up in the morning and yawn and roll up. | |
| Bag up and make some runs and roll up. | |
| 50 behind me my niggas so hold up. | |
| Ok made a left so continue to roll up. | |
| Don' t get me wrong police, yo I stop for them, | |
| but when they leave guaranteed I' ll be smoking again. | |
| Catch my second wind and start in on my next bag. | |
| The type of nigga smoke on the way to his rehab. | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Fade | |
| Chorus |
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