Weed Man (PEEP)
Got the bomb to leave you gone, songs to make you fond/
we cons tapping ya account till ya overdrawn, im a king fucking with pawns/
packing my glock watching my back on the block, value rising like stock/
green market on lock at the point where you cant see me like pac/
at the dock at ten till noon on the clock, silence in crews when I talk/
flipping zips stacking chips flossing wips, on the mic moving my lips/
hoping my mind dont slip, getting my name on blimps loading clips/
practicing dips shattering hips got you on a I.V. drip, check the units we ship/
beats unique dreaming bout getting my mom in some mink, dont blink/
shrink keeps telling me what he thinks, callin me a delinquent full of trouble/
but with this verse I will not fumble, never stumble when we rumble leave you face down in a puddle/
terrorized like groundzero rubble start to tumble, sick of battles were challengers mumble/
seeing so many dead presidents...I must be seeing double, me and my triple beam as a couple/
stack fifty G's in a hustle..me and dubb are the muscle, backed with shells to bring you to hell/
brought my hammer for the last nail, fresh out of jail on bail refreshing when games stale/
as a white male writting tales rising sales, money and fame you know my name/
suspect without shame claiming his part in the game, working on my aim twenty four seven/
sicc like kevin with priors in two elevens, waiting for the day till I see my dad up in heaven/
till then i'm stuck down below busting flows at solded out shows , growing the bomb that glows/
so much dough spitting verses that pick ya head out like frows, in my regal yelling "now you know"/
that I'm a Pierce County Coleown, here or in anyother time-zone..i'm grown/
got the sticky to get ya dome blown, crushing clones placing bodies in catacombs/
West Coast Rydah on my headstone, blunts and fifths in my casket/
On a voyage thats fantastic, only put D's on a classic boats stretched out like alastic/
remember when times were drastic, but now we re-up with some grocery bags......paper or plastic?/
Got the bomb to leave you gone, songs to make you fond/
we cons tapping ya account till ya overdrawn, im a king fucking with pawns/
packing my glock watching my back on the block, value rising like stock/
green market on lock at the point where you cant see me like pac/
at the dock at ten till noon on the clock, silence in crews when I talk/
flipping zips stacking chips flossing wips, on the mic moving my lips/
hoping my mind dont slip, getting my name on blimps loading clips/
practicing dips shattering hips got you on a I.V. drip, check the units we ship/
beats unique dreaming bout getting my mom in some mink, dont blink/
shrink keeps telling me what he thinks, callin me a delinquent full of trouble/
but with this verse I will not fumble, never stumble when we rumble leave you face down in a puddle/
terrorized like groundzero rubble start to tumble, sick of battles were challengers mumble/
seeing so many dead presidents...I must be seeing double, me and my triple beam as a couple/
stack fifty G's in a hustle..me and dubb are the muscle, backed with shells to bring you to hell/
brought my hammer for the last nail, fresh out of jail on bail refreshing when games stale/
as a white male writting tales rising sales, money and fame you know my name/
suspect without shame claiming his part in the game, working on my aim twenty four seven/
sicc like kevin with priors in two elevens, waiting for the day till I see my dad up in heaven/
till then i'm stuck down below busting flows at solded out shows , growing the bomb that glows/
so much dough spitting verses that pick ya head out like frows, in my regal yelling "now you know"/
that I'm a Pierce County Coleown, here or in anyother time-zone..i'm grown/
got the sticky to get ya dome blown, crushing clones placing bodies in catacombs/
West Coast Rydah on my headstone, blunts and fifths in my casket/
On a voyage thats fantastic, only put D's on a classic boats stretched out like alastic/
remember when times were drastic, but now we re-up with some grocery bags......paper or plastic?/
