For The Oners Lyrics

Who gets high in this bitch is you really on

its some grapes what you smokin what you really on

Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a shot of patron and i aint even mate

They say bad when you started smokin

im up in this cousin i was born and raised in oakland

My daddys from the north kept me on to

If you from the north you was smokin on too

im feeling great im feelin fine

My og homie you just broke down a line

So what grow up little nigga

thats grown man shit you still throw up on yo liquor

I aint encouraging yall to be stoners

but this song right here is for the oners

a nigga hate chunky

Pop a pill and i got high snort up lines til my brain fry

we blow some doin it hundred always drunk and always blunted

got blunt got weed if you got it blaze it up

gotta puff puff puff on that sticky green stuff

i dont do it for the suckas but i do it for the streets

in the concrete jungle in the belly of the beast

only g call man i live by the mall

man haters gonna hate cause they doin they job

over dose the boy dont learn take a newport dip it in sherm

posted all day right here where the thugs be

crush up a pill like in my hennesy

speakers bumpin cant hear my phone

if anybody asks tell em turf on

Thizz face on and im zonin both em kicken 2 in the mornin

stoned in the mud give me henny or the remmy

i hit the liquor store and i dont spend a penny

get it limmy hit me if you hear me gather round

im up now and i aint let down and i aint playin around

cause im super smacked up double up if a nigga act up

shimmy shimmy jump shimmy down shimmy way

round to a pot thats some wizzle come to day

im a street born day all you suckas in the way

see me where they do it at rozz twizzle mayne

Sittin in the trap house waitin on the drop off

your girl in the room givin head shes a jump off

gorrila in the trunk gettin drunk cause im cutthroat

everybody know got that pure un cut coat

all the hoes teasin im refusin if the dont show

bitch im so on i get gone on a show note

waitin on a g5 pullin on the show boat

but i gotta cute peach chillin in my lewie coat

sparkin in the club what u want sell it down

but the mother f..ckin mob keep your lip you so damned up

look motha f..cker im from cali we the down plugg

look erybody crazy out here but they show us love

everybody known in the bay but they know watsup

ask em who the niggas is everybody know its us

on like shit and a motha f..cka i can trust

mothafuckas better give it up

like my chain and my watch shit i stay on

what else to respect my big homie b strong

southeast shit been poppin since the hour

see stars in the sky like its 4th of july

Been up all night havent been to sleep yet

couple ounces and a bong layin next to the

fridge drippin sweat like a blade in the game

paint drippin wet like its playin in the rain

yeah i do the damn thang but i dont do that

but ima put it in my life no matter where im at

if im ridin in my benz or im ridin in my lac

ima ride to the tracks just to get another sack

man i dont know if i want weed or money

keep it on deck if yah need it from me

we got a fill the load down in san da code

we aint holdin on to shit we lettin everything go