letra de hotbox interlude - marco plus & the smokers club
[intro: sample & marco plus]
i got a joint man
oh, wow, alright (ayy, uh)
light it up, let’s get chinese eyes, man
[verse 1: marco plus]
raw papers stuffed with exotic weed
all day, i’m crumbling chronic trees and grabba leaves
i got the st–z and the proper cheese to get your thot to please my most toxic needs
you n-ggas copping pleas from n-ggas tryna stop the beefs
but me, i’m not the least bit scared of your squad of geeks
like havoc and prodigy, we mobbing deep
just a group of cash-getters and ass-kickers turned into rap n-ggas
my stacks get up
i put 200 on the dash, n-gga
the racks bigger than lisa ann’s, by feet and stance
we bout our business, n-gga, peep the stance
my style’s equivalent to keys and yams
the dopest product in the country, n-ggas geeked for grams
i’m rocking j’s like sneaker fans
the sh-t i speak is grand
n-gga, your lyrics and your beats is bland
got me falling asleep as if i’ve eaten xans
i’m off the hook, you n-ggas peter pan
none of you suckas seeing me but all of you suckas could see the hands, n-gga
[skit: sample & marco plus]
i’ve been smoking since i was born, man
i could smoke anything, man
you know, like i smoke that michuacan, man, acapulco gold, man (ayy, uh)
i even smoked that tide stick, you know (yeah)
tide stick? (uh)
[verse 2: marco plus]
i’m in the bentley playing snoop, i told that n-gga bring the loot
if he one dollar short, i turn that n-gga brain to soup
n-gga said that he the goat but that sh-t really ain’t the truth
i said i was the goat and then i really came with proof
bout to k!ll all of these n-ggas, i’m finna hang the noose
they love me like jim jones, they finna drank the juice
i’m k!lling these hoes like my nickname was juice
i told her “this a soft-top, this sh-t ain’t a roof”
this sh-t got 4 doors, this sh-t ain’t a coupe
i been burning that gas, yo spliff stank, its boof
[interlude: marco plus]
nah, n-gga, we can’t smoke that sh-t over here, n-gga
you know we only smoke real gas, n-gga
i can’t smoke none of that bullsh-t, n-gga
what the f-ck you smoking, n-gga?
h-ll nah, n-gga, you better put that sh-t the f-ck away, n-gga
imma pull out…
that m-th-f-cking za pack, n-gga
all you gotta do is ask, n-gga, i got 3.5s and 6s off, n-gga, just hit my line, n-gga
its only 6 for you though, you know what i’m saying?
better hold about 50, you know what i’m saying?
i’m still finna get my cap, n-gga
[outro: sample]
man, i could probably smoke this whole joint, man, and still walk away, man
wouldn’t be no problem at all, man
talk, talk it out, man
[?]
kinda grabs you by the p–poo, don’t it?
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