telly port

you know what it is

that extra high shit

you know

sometimes you just zone the fuck out

that's how it be

took a drink

lit a joint

hit too much wax

am i off point?

in the six

knockin'

renee remix by the lost boyz

you felt pain if you lost joy

can't please a wolf with a dog's toy

you got beef

bring it to the source

boy

when achilles killed hector

he lost troy

you're forewarned 'bout the four pound

catch a 'em in a four by four

give 'em four rounds

that was five fours but it wasn't a dub

i was out there for the money if it wasn't the love

on-site every night

that's the life of a thug

ran up every day gettin' tight with the plug

if we all livin' wrong

am i rightfully bugged?

get the lighter

i got fire

i'm about to get buzzed

it's inhaled then it's held in

if i ain't goin' to heaven

i go to hell

then think about the black cloud

wonderin' if i fell in

am i heaven sent or hell bent?

i be outside on the south side

come through the north side in a boss ride

shout to the west and the east side

we gon' get high and pray to god that the beast die

yeah

i'm always on some other shit

rubber grips

load up the fifth for another vic'

on the float gettin' high to the roach clips

oh shit

telly port style when i smoke shit

yeah

i'm always on some other shit

rubber grips

load up the fifth for another vic'

on the float gettin' high to the roach clips

oh shit

telly port style when i smoke shit

can't remember the beginnin' but you think of the end

if i'm higher than the cloud

can i sleep on the wind?

can god cleanse my soul with the rain drops?

i don't go to church

will it work

will the pain stop?

used to blow weed

get the money out the 'caine spot

if you from the ghetto

you probably done heard a thang pop

seen it jump

it ain't stop

can't stop

won't stop

that was three stops but we keep goin'

i like to smoke

i pre-roll 'em

the lab life

i keep flowin'

bruce p-roy

i keep glowin'

one mic check

four night checks

precise and hype if you don't know that i'm nice yet

all black hoppin' out the white 'vet

i got the insight and my sight's set

yeah

i'm always on some other shit

rubber grips

load up the fifth for another vic'

on the float gettin' high to the roach clips

oh shit

telly port style when i smoke shit