Blunt Time? (add some shit)

[Cmoke]

high off the bomb somtimes we get it twisted//
a feening, army so many soldiers get enlisted//
like them zips thick, wicked//
so tasty god damn get with it//
faded 6ft deep but 6ft up, hand on the wheel `n bags in the trunk//
keep that shit doubled wrapped n stacked, shits packed with skunk//
pull out ya papers players n see wuts up//
we can chop it, sprinkle it `n burn it up//
feelin the fuckin beat so we turn it up//
gotta get mine but i learn to cut//
blow that bomb wiether u grow or u front//
lets see some shit from somone else who knows wassup...


been awhile and im faded off that bomb just felt the need to do this...wish i had more time i only drop whenever i can get online...shits crazy these days stay up playas n pimps

 

[KODOGG]

"Twist up them Vegas" like a "Hurricane"//
The Blunt "sparks" like it was "dipped in Propane" //
Ima Pro-In-This-Game, Where ever I go Leads-There //
Red-Hairs 'n Light-Green-Bud //
When I inhale my Throat gotta fight a Fight-It-Wont-Give-Up //

^^ Em.... Im bored now.. lol.. I Need 2 get hiiiiiigh.

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

Aight...

Hit the pipe, get so high I think I'm a pilot //
I like it, if you ain't had it I'd advise you to try it //
Roll it up and light it, inhalin' smoke deeply //
Throat and lungs feel so hot it's like a Miami riot //
Touchin' some greenery, lovin' the scenery //
Come back down to earth then hit up the eatery //
Seein' me is hard...I'm surrounded in blue mist //
If I'm weedless...find me gettin' punded with two chics //

...blah.

 

[Contagious Locc]

Burn my finga tips & lips cause I'm a fiend fo tha shit//
Puffy light green pullin' to my pupils is dialated & blitzed//
Don't give a fucc whether it's chocolate, indo or tigh bud//
Purple haze or blueberries roll up I'm tryin' 2 get high cuzz//
I'm a souljah, blow da doja till I'm comatized, where da weed at?//
Tacced out wit da folks in Tacoma blowin' on phat bomb saccs//