Woodie

Woodie - The Way You Feel lyrics

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Tonight We Blaze, 

Drop Fade On The Dank In The Bay All Day, Maintain,

Maryjane Keep Fazing The Haze,

Hit The Jay Always, I Stay On Swade,Got No Shame,

And I Wont Change,Cuz You Cant Tame Game,

Plus We Hang In A Place Where Things Are Strange,

Your Brains Get Blown From A Pistol,Place That Scrill Allday

Hit The Hill Parlay, Til There Aint No Punks Or Cowards,

You Hangin Around Us Better Be Down With Us,

There Aint No Insults Jack On Impulse, 

Drama Happens But Imma Savage,

Those Scandalis Pos Tryin To Do Damage,

Im Chokin On Rope In A Cloud Of Smoke 

But Before You Kno It I Vansish, 

And My Eyes Still Slanted Grabbin The 40 

Posted Wit My Homies, Smoke Wit It Closely,

Watchin You Fonys Act Like You Kno Me, 

But Still Stayin One Step Ahead Of The Police,

Slowly Aproach We Dont Stand Too Close,

Not Even Beside Me And Neva Behind Me, 

Too Many Robberies Got Me On Paranoid 

Cokin My Mettle Toy,

Like A Hoe Watch Me Point,

Clear My Voice And Grip My Groin,

Twist Some Moist To Gettin Bizzy

Remmeding Your Homeboys Wit My Homeboys,

When Bustas Make A Choice,To Avoid The Game Get Strange,

Pull Up The Snatch And Hit The Gas Pass Round The Joint,

Im Passed The Point Of Redemption,

Reject The Stress

And Slice The Vega With A Razor And Blaze The Veda,

Sheke Em Fifty With My Down And Filthy Native Behavoir,

We Puts It Down In The Town Where Im From,

Nothim But A G Thang In The East Maine, 

Smokin Dank Up In The Golden State,

Tryin To Get Paid, Watchin The Bitchmade Pimp,

They Still Stay In The Midst Of Drama

Ridaz Creep Like Spidaz,

On The Late Nighta But We Fightas,

Timeless Ridaz Survivers,Light The Rope Pop It At Some Hoes

Can Get Exposed Before Those Panties Duurrroppp

Its The Same One Goes Down 

We Blow Our Clouds In The Town Of Antioch





Dont Be Afraid Of The Way You Feel

Blaze Up The Jay And Take A Hit Of That Kill

Dont Be Afraid Of The Way You Feel

Its The Bomb

 

Its Like Mental That I Get Lit

That Icky Is My Favorite

Gotta A Cravin Can I Shake It

Shes Beggin Me To Take It 

Supposed To Lift With Caution

That Killas Got Me Coughin

I Aint Droppin And I Aint Stoppin

Until Them Ballas Start Recroppin

And Im Often Gone Off That Rope

And I Hope That This Danksmoke

Will Get Me Lifted, Results Of My Addiction

Im Hitting Baby Crazy,

Something Like Daily, And Lately Ive Been Feenin 

For Her Love So I Spend Dubs And Fill My Lungs

Inhale And Exhale, Indo Flows When We

Blow Hydroponics, Havin None Smokers Astonished

Gone Off 50 Sacs Get Polished,Im Hella Sauced

Tossed Off That Greenery,With Dankclouds In My Scenery They Seem

To Be Completin Me,

And I Got These Bomb Sacs, 

Givin In Some Dental Contact, To All Them

Smokers That Dont Smoke And Dont Kno How To React,

But Dont Be Afraid, When Mj Got Your Thoughts Delayed

Its Just That Triple A Grade,That Steady Fuccin Wit Your Brain,

I Got My Flame To My Savior, Wrapped Up In A Vega

Cuz I Love How She Tell This To My Kickback Behavior,

And I Cant Stop, Wont Stop, I Smoke Pot Til My Casket Drops,

I Luve The Steady Callin 

So I Gotta Drop A 10 Spot Yea



Woodies Caught Off That Oe Those Who Kno Me 

Kno I Dont Smoke Weed But Them Greenbud Smokin Homies

Keep On Forcin The Dank Up On Me,

Whats A Soldier To Do?

The Pressure Has Got Me In A Predickament

There Tellin Me To Hit That Shit 

Tellin Me That Its The Sticky Shit

Im Thinkin Dam, Its Only Herb Im Already Perked

Ill Take One Hit, Thats It Then Quit, 

But Thats Bullshit, They Get Me Smokin The Whole Spliff

So Low D, Who I Be W-Doubl O-Die,Off That Old E.

That I Be Barely Hittin On:That Tall-E, So If You Happen

To Find Me High Endin Up Wit My Homeboys,

Better Shake That Spot And Get Off That Block

That Got Me Paranoid, Grippin A Pistol Under My Jersey 

Trigger Finger Ready To Yank

Got Me Talkin Twice To A Mobile

Like My Homeboy Lil Nate Bates

And Now I Feel Like Mobbin 

55 Degrees Out With That Top Down

In A Lark Parking Thru The Yoc Town

With The Heater On, Whos A Hog Now?

That Indo Got Me Hella High

Smobbin Gazin At The Sky

Thinkin Back On Jr High

Me And Blackbird Side By Side

Wishin He Was In The Ride

That Bomb That Got Me Teary Eyed

That Bomb That Makin Me Snap Sometimes

When I Grab My Strap Prepare To Die

When Ever I Smoke Up Off This Kill?



So When You Take A Hit Of This Kill

Dont Be Afraid Of The Way U Feel!









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