Luniz - Phillies Lyrics
(chorus: yukmouth)P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-sWe mess with phillies we roll big phillies(I wanna get blunted my brother)P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-sWe mess with phillies we roll big phillies(I wanna get blunted my brother)(yukmouth)Surpress the brown ***** up in the crown vicsSpread her legs and put the greenery lips around itGets around it while niggas quit (woah!)This ***** look better than whitney, lick her tittiesCause niggas say the ***** be the stick-ickyOne puffll turn your brain cells to dustHead rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the rednessSuck her up, but theres a million *****es just like herEven dykes try to ***** her in the cypher with the lighterPuttin the dick on the ass an, everybody cashin, blackinLatino mother*****ers know they be mashinNigga like whas happenin?You can keep them sassy the dickey used toNicky bone to top to dump the hash inMy partners they be askin mr. y-u-kWhy you stay high off the hash and be smashin?With a hundred gun and a hundred clickTo the sto, they get philliesTo we get blunted as we wanna get(chorus: yukmouth)P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-sWe mess with phillies we roll big phillies(I wanna get blunted my brother)P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-sWe mess with phillies we roll big phillies(I wanna get blunted my brother)(poppa l.q.)I takes my gat with a phillie I dont need no quoteNow boss player this is how I like to blow my smokeI grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the backOf a building, top player, makin a little bits with a cup up of spitIt makes me sick and upset when its spit and sillyWhenever you phillie, its all spitty and wetIt doesnt matter, rich or po, I couldnt care less broIt mixes when Im out and let the mother*****er smoke no hoeI shake the bud mary-tramps, the one that tried to shove the weed up the fifthWithout givin up no *****er food stampsI know they want it, but smokin for free, I dont condone itDont put your crusty lips on it if you aint got no chips on itI spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out hereAnd if you floss out here, you take a loss out hereYoure doin too much catin in the cypher witchaLighter, tryin to flick your big, if you aint got no skits, you cant get hit(chorus: yukmouth)P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-sWe mess with phillies we roll big phillies(I wanna get blunted my brother)P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-sWe mess with phillies we roll big phillies(I wanna get blunted my brother)(the luniz & poppa l.q.)How many blunts do you blow on the dailyMany money I blow many, many, manyI smoke plenty (well, wont your black ass quit being stingy)Im not greedy (well, wheres that weed fiend? )(you better quit smokin those beadys in my fo hun)(blow one for the po-one)(nigga, dont you owe one? ) (act like ya know one)No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs(***** the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs)But no fund, no gas money(well, even if a dummy has money)(hell be a dumber dummy then bin his ass money)My blunt is my keeper like cash moneyBlast money, stash money, the last money was consideredBombs, stick, green grass moneyRoll, but next time, ima put a little to the side (hash money)(yukmouth)Hey nigga I started smellin weed and hella weedThen I started sellin weed***** be tellin me, they wanna smokeTo catch mozik than a spellin beeCause I smoke they ass under the tableThe hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie(poppa l.q.)I got that feelin again, lets smoke that acrylinAgain, I said you willin again, then we can walk the poppa-ceiling againI storms in like a mighty blast of windInhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an (aaahhh!) (*cough*)(high powered shit, tell that nigga down the road to roll the shit up man)(man yall niggas need to quit this shit)(nigga, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this shit)(man, you already know do)(numskull)***** around and smoke the sprayed upNigga be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made upSmellin like ass hemps and grine, *****y mouthChap lips, *****in off all the poo-nannyIf yall gonna smoke Ill be the designated weed rollerCall me numboy, the mother*****in seed rollerBut you gotta crack the window thoughCause me and the lads like whoopi goldberg in centerfoldsDrink-a-lot never like to think-a-lotNigga I dont smoke no more cause I dont like the stank-a-lotNigga Im drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too nigga*****, how you gonna say that shit nigga if you be smokin cigarettes (***** yall)And me nigga, (I wanna get blunted my brother)You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a nigga***** you nigga, shitty ass niggas (***** you nigga)Smell like straight dookie (*echoes*)(*laughter till fade*)
