Sittin on a quarter and'p of hay
thangs is feelin good today
iand'm tore up, from the floor up
sippin on some crown royal
trippin, in a circle of wood
where everybody smoke they own bud
good oleand' hay, how you feel today?
fine, blowed and dandy
silly like iand'm hype off candy
gotta big, thick chic named sandy
in the farm in the middle of the barn
were everybodyand's feelin crazy
i went to visit grannyand's house
now i see why donand't nobody leave
we constantly, constantly, constantly smokin band's
too blitzed to even shake it off
but i still got my head up
coldhard finna go in the back of the barn
and get my big black peter sucked
pass the hay you silly slut
blaze it up so i can hit that bud
git me zoned and iand'll be on
and'cuz i love to smoke upon hay
1-smokin on haaayy in the middle of the barn
smokin on haaayy in the middle of the barn
The hay got me goin through a stage
and i just canand't get enough smokin everyday
i got some hay and you know iand'm finna roll it up
make a cloud iand'm gonna take my mind away from all
the bullcrap bump my sounds lay back and roll
mack to the freaks thatand's on the road
sometimes i wonder when i was blowed on the streets
anybody wanna step to me, iand'ma see how rough they be
in this session, manifesting on mypand's and qand's
never snooze cause i refuse inhale, exhale the smell
smokin hay all by myself wildstle, laughin loud
with my homies by my side if somethin off let it ride
on my square when time is live everybody throw it up
go to the barn and get some hay when i get my choke on
fool you know iand'm smokin on...
Hay now hay, we smokin up hay in the middle of the barn
and iand'm lit up canand't get up my eyes are red
and my head is spinnin took another pull, ridin red bull
got the goofies, canand't stop grinnin
got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids
and we bout to get in em
over yonder is the barn where the pals be at
and everything funny
gotta pause some nigga tryinand' to blow my high
smokin all that hay with no money
now truly this bitch wanna do me
so i hit the 151 bacardi, she high like the sun
thick like cornbread, and iand'm ready to party
that hay got me so gotdamn horny
but i donand't like that tramp
the whole reason iand'm poppin that coochie
cuse the hoe had a book of foodstamps
and i got the munchies i need soul food
collard greens or pinto beans
if you smoke hay like the conflict do
then you know what the hell i mean
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Rollin down the block
car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up out dat
dorr crack.
got my niggas in the barn smokin on that
hay stack
back up on the scene from smokin herb,
i creeped up on the wall and all i heard.
was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in
the hay
with a funky dime word.
couldnand't be myself
couldnand't smoke wit nobody else
if i didnand't pass it to the left.
nigga would have lost my breath.
open up the window and'fore i fall and faint
but i canand't
cause i roll around in dat barn ride.
rollin up the hootie hoo
roughest skin roller on dat west side.
nigga come on in
i got some hay
wonand't you close dat barn door
nigga what you let them flies out for?
ainand't nobody to rich, we poor.
lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn
the flies keep us chokin.
thank you jesus christ
for all the hay youand're givin us
cause weand'll keep on smokinand'.
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