Текст песни Hay - Remix - Crucial Conflict
Sittin
on
a
quarter
'p
of
hay
Thangs
is
feelin
good
today.
I'm
tore
up,
from
the
floor
up
Sippin
on
some
crown
royal.
Trippin,
in
a
circle
of
wood
Where
everybody
smoke
they
own
bud.
Good
ole'
hay
How
you
feel
today?
Fine,
blowed
and
dandy.
Silly
like
i'm
hype
off
candy.
Gotta
big,
thick
chic
named
sandy.
In
the
farm
in
the
middle
of
the
barn
Where
everybody's
feelin
crazy.
I
went
to
visit
granny's
house.
Now
i
see
why
don't
nobody
leave.
We
constantly,
constantly,
constantly
smokin
b's.
Too
blitzed
to
even
shake
it
off
But
i
still
got
my
head
up.
Coldhard
finna
go
in
the
back
of
the
barn
And
get
my
big
black
peter
sucked
Pass
the
hay
you
silly
slut,
Blaze
it
up
so
i
can
hit
that
bud.
Git
me
zoned
and
i'll
be
on.
Cuz
i
love
to
smoke
upon
hay.
(Chorus)
Smokin
on
Haaayy
in
the
middle
of
the
barn.
Smokin
on
Haaayy
in
the
middle
of
the
barn.
The
hay
got
me
goin
through
a
stage
And
i
just
can't
get
enough.
Smokin
everyday
I
got
some
hay
And
you
know
i'm
finna
roll
it
up.
Make
a
cloud
I'm
gonna
take
my
mind
away
from
all
the
Bullcrap.
Bump
my
sounds
Lay
back
and
roll
Mack
to
the
freaks
that's
on
the
road.
Sometimes
i
wonder
When
i
was
blowed
on
the
streets.
Anybody
wanna
step
to
me,
I'ma
see
how
rough
they
be.
In
this
session,
manifesting
On
myp's
and
q's
Never
snooze
cause
i
refuse.
Inhale,
exhale
the
smell.
Smokin
hay
all
by
myself.
Wildstle,
laughin
loud.
Wit
my
homies
by
my
side.
If
somethin
jump
off
let
it
ride
On
my
square
when
time
is
live.
Everybody
throw
it
up
Go
to
the
barn
and
get
some
hay.
When
i
get
my
choke
on.
Fool
you
know
i'm
smokin
on...
Hay
now
hay
We
smokin
up
hay
in
the
middle
of
the
barn
And
i'm
lit
up
Can't
get
up
My
eyes
are
red
And
my
head
is
spinnin.
Took
another
pull
Ridin
red
bull
Got
the
goofies,
can't
stop
grinnin.
Got
a
posse
full
of
hoes
playin
in
my
braids
And
we
bout
to
get
in
em.
Over
yonder
is
the
barn
where
the
pals
be
at
And
everything
funny.
Gotta
pause
some
nigga
tryin'
to
blow
my
high
Smokin
all
that
hay
with
no
money.
Now
truly
this
bitch
wanna
do
me
So
i
hit
the
151bacardi
She
high
like
the
sun
Thick
like
cornbread,
and
i'm
ready
to
party.
That
hay
got
me
so
gotdamn
horny
But
i
don't
like
that
tramp.
The
only
reason
I'm
poppin
that
coochie
Cause
the
hoe
had
a
book
of
foodstamps.
And
i
got
the
munchies
I
need
soul
food.
Collard
greens
or
pinto
beans.
If
you
smoke
hay
like
the
conflict
do,
Then
you
know
what
the
hell
i
mean.
(Chorus)
Rollin
down
the
block
Car
full
of
flies
and
the
flies
tried
to
rise
up
out
dat
dorr
crack.
Got
my
niggas
in
the
barn
smokin
on
that
Hay
stack
Back
up
on
the
scene
from
smokin
herb,
I
creeped
up
on
the
wall
and
all
i
heard.
Was
a
bud
of
mine
who
dropped
a
needle
in
The
hay
With
a
funky
dime
word.
Couldn't
be
myself
Couldn't
smoke
wit
nobody
else
If
i
didn't
pass
it
to
the
left.
Nigga
would
have
lost
my
breath.
Open
up
the
window
'fore
i
fall
and
faint
But
i
can't
Cause
i
roll
around
in
dat
barn
ride.
Rollin
up
the
hootie
hoo
Roughest
skin
roller
on
dat
west
side.
Nigga
come
on
in
I
got
some
hay
Won't
you
close
dat
barn
door
Nigga
what
you
let
them
flies
out
for?
Ain't
nobody
to
rich,
we
poor.
Lettin
all
the
contact
smoke
up
in
the
barn
The
flies
keep
us
chokin.
Thank
you
jesus
christ
For
all
the
hay
you're
givin
us
Cause
we'll
keep
on
smokin'.
(Chorus)
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1 Intro - Don't Let It
2 Final Tic
3 Showdown
4 Desperado
5 Life Ain't The Same
6 Hay
7 Trigger Happy
8 1-900-Off-Your Square
9 Lil Advice
10 Tell It To The Judge
11 Ride The Rodeo
12 To The Left
13 Just Getting My Money
14 Get Up
15 Hay - Remix
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