That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money
I was framed, got the case of salts
And three hours in the showers with the corpse
Was framed, got the case of salts
Chomping at your oxygen chords
We come through throbbing like thunder storms
Was framed, got the case of salts
Blowing that money here, making money in europe
Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up
Now i know a lotta styles, some see
Pussy, money weed is the current policy
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