Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww SHIT!!)



Check it out

Yo 1992 begins the new wave for the blunt rollers

You know what I'm sayin'?

The saga of the philly blunt continues

The flava's the P Funk y'all get wit it

Check it out...



(Verse 1)



Check out a new type of gimmick which is splendid

Since you're down with other shit let's see if you're down with this

It's about..strictly trying to roll a blunt

When you get the hang of it, you'll catch more blunts than Archie Bunk

First of all you get a fat bag of ism

From uptown, any local store sells the shit friend

Purchase a philly, not the city of Philly

Silly punk, I'm talking 'bout the shit called the Philly blunt

Lick the blunt and then the Philly blunt middle you split

Don't have a razor blade, use ya fuckin fingertips

Crack the bag and then you pour the whole bag in

Spread the ism around until the ism reach each end

Take your finger and your thumb from tip to tip

Roll it in a motion then the top piece you lick

Seal it, dry it wit ya lighter if ya gotta

The results, mmmmmmmm....proper



(chorus)

That's how you roll a blunt

That's how you roll a blunt

That's how you roll a blunt

That's how you roll a blunt

That's how you roll a blunt

That's how you roll a blunt

Let's all roll a blunt

..and get fucked up (yea)

(repeats again)



(Verse 2)



The second paragraph might makes you laugh

When a brotha rolls a blunt and his breath smells like gr-ass

That's when you know you gotta take the blunt from him

Cuz his breath has the dragon in the dungeon

(yo, yo, yo, light the blunt. uh yo, here's the lighter..)

I would if this shit would stop drippin' wit saliva

And if you gonna lick it, don't drown it with ya spit, shit

I dunno what dick or last puss you licked quick

And how 'bout the non-blunt rollin' females

That always fucks it up 'cuz they don't wanna break their Lee nails

(hee hee hee hee hee, sorry Red for spilling it..)

You better pickup every seed of it

Because I paid 10 bills for the get ill..

And for spilling it you better get lost or get grilled

Bo know everything from sports to other stuff

But I bet you Bo dunno know to roll a blunt.



(chorus)



(hey nigga pass the gotdamn blunt. shit! what you holding it all day for?

Sit yo big ass down...)



(bridge)

Yo, yo, check this out

I want all the real niggas out there and the females too

If you got a fat blunt in ya mouth and you feeling high as hell

I want y'all to repeat after me, check it out

I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up..)

I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up...)

I'm high as hell (I'm high as hell..)

I'm high as hell (I'm high as hell) Yea.



(Verse 3)

Last but not least, Redman would like to say peace

To all the blunt rollers from the Tri-State to the Middle East

And gimme a blunt when I kick the bucket

Devil or no devil when I am the wrong to be fucked with

So everybody put they blunt up in the air

Take a puff, blow the smoke out like ya just don't care

So..(pump up the volume) ..so it's heard thru the next block

I'm out, peace to Red Foxx, I'm off to the cess spot..



(outro)



(yea, DJ Twinz in the house)

Yea, Redman's in the house

Yo, peace to Pack Pistol Posse, the 4,5,6

Yo, I'm out, yo Reg

Turn this shit off man (yo turn that shit off..)



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