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Song title: Luniz - Phillies

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(chorus: yukmouth)
P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s
We 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-s
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)

(yukmouth)
Surpress the brown bitch up in the crown vics
Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it
Gets around it while niggas quit (woah!)
This bitch look better than whitney, lick her titties
Cause niggas say the pussy be the stick-icky
One puffll turn your brain cells to dust
Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness
Suck her up, but theres a million bitches just like her
Even dykes try to fuck her in the cypher with the lighter
Puttin the dick on the ass an, everybody cashin, blackin
Latino motherfuckers know they be mashin
Nigga like whas happenin?
You can keep them sassy the dickey used to
Nicky bone to top to dump the hash in
My partners they be askin mr. y-u-k
Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin?
With a hundred gun and a hundred click
To the sto, they get phillies
To we get blunted as we wanna get

(poppa l.q.)
I takes my gat with a phillie I dont need no quote
Now boss player this is how I like to blow my smoke
I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back
Of a building, top player, makin a little bits with a cup up of spit
It makes me sick and upset when its spit and silly
Whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet
It doesnt matter, rich or po, I couldnt care less bro
It mixes when Im out and let the motherfucker smoke no hoe
I shake the bud mary-tramps, the one that tried to shove the weed up the fifth
Without givin up no cocker food stamps
I know they want it, but smokin for free, I dont condone it
Dont put your crusty lips on it if you aint got no chips on it
I spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out here
And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here
Youre doin too much catin in the cypher witcha
Lighter, tryin to flick your big, if you aint got no skits, you cant get hit

(the luniz & poppa l.q.)
How many blunts do you blow on the daily
Many money I blow many, many, many
I 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
(fuck 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 money
Blast money, stash money, the last money was considered
Bombs, stick, green grass money
Roll, but next time, ima put a little to the side (hash money)

(yukmouth)
Hey nigga I started smellin weed and hella weed
Then I started sellin weed
Bitch be tellin me, they wanna smoke
To catch mozik than a spellin bee
Cause I smoke they ass under the table
The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie

(poppa l.q.)
I got that feelin again, lets smoke that acrylin
Again, I said you willin again, then we can walk the poppa-ceiling again
I storms in like a mighty blast of wind
Inhale, 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)
Fuck around and smoke the sprayed up
Nigga be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up
Smellin like ass hemps and grine, cocky mouth
Chap lips, fuckin off all the poo-nanny
If yall gonna smoke Ill be the designated weed roller
Call me numboy, the motherfuckin seed roller
But you gotta crack the window though
Cause me and the lads like whoopi goldberg in centerfolds
Drink-a-lot never like to think-a-lot
Nigga I dont smoke no more cause I dont like the stank-a-lot

Nigga Im drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too nigga
Fuck, how you gonna say that shit nigga if you be smokin cigarettes (fuck yall)
And me nigga, (I wanna get blunted my brother)
You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a nigga
Fuck you nigga, shitty ass niggas (fuck you nigga)
Smell like straight dookie (*echoes*)
(*laughter till fade*)