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letra de psa drugfest 2003 - quelle chris

this town ain’t the right size
for you and i
six million ways to fly
who’s tryna die
the moon got a dark side
i know a guy
who mix up a spliff like witches with newt eye
c-cktails unlike the tom cruise kind
inhale, toke up like how a noose tied
i’m too down, like a blue towel
alice, the white rabbit, and the white owl, ow
couple hits’ll put your lights out, child
some white boys bring the pipes out, wild
spark l’s like dude, gettin’ a dell
for what they selling with tools, many sit in a cell
cottonmouth, moving like roch-lle f’real
hit the horrors with clippers like sam c-ssell
word to dewey c-x
you ain’t getting hooked ox
lace the dip, that sh-t turn yo eyes steady rocks
that sh-t got lame, spiced up the game
brought out the blaze and lined up cocaine
prefer it off white with albino’s ok
balance out the junkie roll it out for days
honey have a stylish chain with the swoop
for a two pack of starlight coupes
spontaneous in a losing a new light loupe
musta been an extract made him look cute
no peer pressure, this campaign’s gr-ss root
squad members hailin’ from the top to the bottom

from coast to coast toast gomorrah and sodom
we dyin’ to die with more problems
smoke em if you got em
sip em if you got em
pop em if you got em
snort em if you got em
shoot em if you got em
eat em if you got em
drop em if you got em
take em if you got em
chew em if you got em
f-ck em if you got em
roll if you got em
smoke em if you got em
sip em if you got em
pop em if you got em

smoke em if you got em (x3)

farmin’ the funnels like mario the plumber
smell the c-cktail off the sweat from the summer
double the ration, last trip was a b-mmer
had to hit the new contact, my babe bro had a number
you know the st–z, some gs h-t pharmacies
alchemy initially prescribed for they knees
over the border or order from over seas
or cop it off the corner, know a family down the street
i support local business
trust the head, stay gr-ss fed
’til they eyes grow blood red
who that (?) the shiz-nit
that sh-t really had my wig split, o-m-jesus
when we outta town, hit the legal with the visa
know a bunch of stoners down to roll up to we seizure

from coast to coast toast gomorrah and sodom
we dyin to die with more problems
smoke em if you got em
sip em if you got em
pop em if you got em
snort em if you got em
shoot em if you got em
ss-ss if you got em
drop em if you got em
take em if you got em
chew em if you got em
f-ck em if you got em
roll if you got em
smoke em if you got em
sip em if you got em
pop em if you got em

smoke em if you got em (x5)

- quelle chris

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