paroles de chanson Funky Lil Freestyle - Devin the Dude
(Freestyle)
D.E.V-
I.N,
tryin,
my
luck,
tryin
to
see
what
I
can
do
see
what
I
can
come
up
with.
Shits
in
my
head,
eyes
red
I'm
high.
The
weed
I
have
is
like
the
weed
back
in
the
day
times
five.
And
you
see
that's
all
I
need
yup
a
brotha
get
high.
Score
a
zip,
roll
a
splif
and
pass
that
other
shit
by.
I'm
smoking
while
I'm
creeping,
before
I
get
there,
when
I'm
leaving.
The
only
time
that
I'm
not
cheifing
is
when
I'm
eating
or
I'm
sleeping.
While
the
bitch
next
door
at
the
motel
room.
Calling
downstairs
talking
bout
that
hoe
smell
fumes.
But
the
manager
gets
high
he
told
her
that
he'll
go
check,
damn
near
broke
his
neck
running
up
to
the
room
to
smoke
this
shit.
When
I'm
stable
it's
on
the
table
don't
take
it
when
I
travel
they
love
me
when
I
get
there,
there's
plenty
gifts
to
unravel.
I
baffle
the
minds
of
workers
at
the
laundry
mat.
They
think
my
clothes
been
worn
by
a
walking
ganja
plant,
but
my
job
requires
me
to
smoke
all
day
and
if
I'm
caught
with
no
weed
they'll
let
me
go
with
no
pay.
So
I
lay
out
on
the
couch
scratch
my
nuts
on
my
days
off.
Hoping
I
don't
get
laid
off.
Cause
I'm
kinda
short
a
weed
can
I
please
buy
a
quarter.
I
oughta
by
a
whole
fuckin
pound
need
to
bring
the
price
down
on
that
shit
yea
hit
it
just
a
lil'
bit
and
get
my
dooby
out
the
ash
tray
smoke
like
it's
my
last
day
breathing.
Indeed
I
lead
by
example.
Hit
the
cannabis
cup
to
see
what
weed
I
can
sample.
Let
me
look
at
the
menu
nigga
throw
a
dime
to
me,
damn
that
got
some
shit
they
call
porcupine
pussy.
(Let
me
smell
that
shit)
Get
the
torch,
head
to
the
porch,
light
it
up
and
hit
it
till
it's
down
to
a
roach.
My
seventeen
year
old
son
I
told
him
leave
it
alone,
but
when
he's
eighteen
he
grown
we
might
go
half
on
a
zone.
But
he
choose
not
to
use
and
I'm,
glad,
I
hope
at
last,
so
he
won't
be,
poking
in
my
stash.
Smoking
grass
since
the
tender
age
of
thirteen,
it
was
dirt
green
but
still
in
the
morning
first
thing
we
would,
spark
it
up.
Get
high,
everybody,
spark
it
up.
Especially
on
Fridays
I'd
be
higher
than
the
muthafucka
walking
through
the
halls.
See
niggas
on
speed,
niggas
bouncing
off
the
walls.
I
pause
for
a
minute
nah
nigga
keep
dipping,
keep
flipping
got
some
more
(cough)
cough
and
sipping
to
do.
Holla
at
you
muthafuckas
in
a
few.
To
catch
him
it
might
just
take
awhile,
it's
hard
to
hate
his
style,
as
he
glides
through
the
crowd
making
the
ladies
smile.
1 Cutural Coughee
2 We Get High
3 Still Comin'
4 Pick My Brain
5 That Ain't Cool
6 I Gotta Ho
7 What I Be On
8 Ultimate High
9 I Can't Handle It
10 Where Ya At
11 It's On You
12 People Talk
13 All You Need
14 Twitta
15 Funky Lil Freestyle
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