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Micron - Blaze A Pound lyrics

Creep on in, on in, on in


Creep on in

(On in)

(Creep on in) [2x]

(On in)

I got five on it
Creep on in, on in, on in

See I'm riding high
On in, see I'm riding high

(Creep on in)

On in, see I'm riding high
On in, see I'm riding high
(Creep on in)

I got five on it
Grab your four, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messing with that Indo weed
I got five on it
It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
I got five on it
Partner, let's go half on a sack

Whenever I can, don't need no crutch
I'm so keyed up till the joint be burning my hand
Next time I roll it in a hampa to burn
Slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bro
Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in
Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
Hell no, you better bring your own spliff, chief
What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint
Stop hitting, 'cause you know you got asthma
Crack a forty open, homie, and guzzle it
'Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely
I gotta take a whiz test to my P. O
I know I failed, 'cause I done smoked major weed, bro
And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty
But the Tanqueray...

Kinda broke this evening, y'all, so all I got's five, I got five

See I'm riding high
On in, see I'm riding high

Ay, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East
Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish
I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
Foggy windows, soggy Indo
I'm in the land getting smoked with my kinfolk

I been smoked
Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down up in the O-A-K
The Town, homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound
Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
Drink the V-S-O-P up, with a lemon squeeze up
And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller
That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Kick in feed, 'cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu

I got five on it

Cover: Micron - Blaze A Pound
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  • 2022

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