Berner, B-Real - Blowed lyrics
[Berner, B-Real - Blowed lyrics]
Can you picture money comin'
In from every angle
Left Miami with one of Taz's angels
Venezuelan, pretty skin
And her eyes are hazel
Smoked out, with a stripper
Stage name is Angel
White leather inside, coke white mayo
I used to send OG p's in the mail
I'm in the Crestside
With my cuddies in Vallejo
Choppin' game, Bay business over everything
I lost loved ones
I'm tryna' smoke away the pain
The paint drip like the coke
When the powder drain
Hopped off the plane and then
A hundred sours came
Move 'em all, we're in a drought in the Fall
In my stones not a flaw
Make baby work her jaw
Does she smoke, can she roll a raw
She with the shit or naw
Money over bitches, yeah
But my girls pay cash
Light yellow hash, yeah, and jet fuel gas
Cherry Pie, Samurai we smoke like that
Jet fuel, Lemon Tree yeah, we roll like that
Head stash look crazy
Y'all don't hold like that
I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed
Hard fuel, Girl Scout
Yeah, we smoke like that tropicana-ana Sherb
Yeah, we roll like that got a tangerine slab
You don't hold like that
I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed
Spendin' many days plottin' hows
We gonna get it and once we finally got it
How was we gonna spend it
I don't need no limit
Bein' broke don't cut it
This is money over everything, loco
So fuck it
I'm gon' push my bucket, every goddamn day
I'm a mission to knock me
Off that goddamn rave
Light up that goddamn J, get my smoke on vibe
Take me two or three pulls
And ge me oh so high
My nigga B grow farm, Berner joints gonna hit
Cali love, California cable, jet fuel, bitch
My nigga, take your pick, this is all I know
I been down too long
So comin' up is all I know
This is all I want, we so laid back
In the mind-state of fuck the world, got wax
Get it? Y'all got wax
Figured y'all caught that
The Snowman and Cookies
Y'all don't roll like that
Y'all ain't know about that
Cherry Pie, Samurai we smoke like that
Jet fuel, Lemon Tree yeah, we roll like that
Head stash look crazy
Y'all don't hold like that
I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed
Hard fuel, Girl Scout
Yeah, we smoke like that tropicana-ana Sherb
Yeah, we roll like that got a tangerine slab
You don't hold like that
I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed
Got them big packs and we make
Stacks and we shine hard
Yeah, we laid back and they hate
That and they mind scarred
We upper echelon, with the session on
No fear at all bitch, what you stressin' on?
The impression you get, we take 'em all
Let me know what you got
Is you crying bitches we got tissues
Fallen soldiers in the weed war
You know you hate us, they don't miss you
We got your mind-state fucked up now
And it's ten past seven
But, you want time-out, and frustrated
Can't hit that lemon
The flavor was greater, savor the flower
The doctor and Berner would relate to
Shit is so major
Behavior is all to the minute you hit it
We fade you
Bern got that bomb fire, that's no manner
We smoke mix and you bitch asses try to hang
But, you end up another burned victim
The doctors orders, had a quarter round
It's every two hours, every fuckin' day
If you run out, better my call nurses
They'll bring a pack, it's all CA
From top to bottom, call me on the dime
I got a farm with some weed on it
Don't worry, I'mma learn to doctor
I'm in practice, no seed on it
Cherry Pie, Samurai we smoke like that
Jet fuel, Lemon Tree yeah, we roll like that
Head stash look crazy
Y'all don't hold like that
I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed
Hard fuel, Girl Scout
Yeah, we smoke like that tropicana-ana Sherb
Yeah, we roll like that got a tangerine slab
You don't hold like that
I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed
In from every angle
Left Miami with one of Taz's angels
Venezuelan, pretty skin
And her eyes are hazel
Smoked out, with a stripper
Stage name is Angel
White leather inside, coke white mayo
I used to send OG p's in the mail
I'm in the Crestside
With my cuddies in Vallejo
Choppin' game, Bay business over everything
I lost loved ones
I'm tryna' smoke away the pain
The paint drip like the coke
When the powder drain
Hopped off the plane and then
A hundred sours came
Move 'em all, we're in a drought in the Fall
In my stones not a flaw
Make baby work her jaw
Does she smoke, can she roll a raw
She with the shit or naw
Money over bitches, yeah
But my girls pay cash
Light yellow hash, yeah, and jet fuel gas
Cherry Pie, Samurai we smoke like that
Jet fuel, Lemon Tree yeah, we roll like that
Head stash look crazy
Y'all don't hold like that
I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed
Hard fuel, Girl Scout
Yeah, we smoke like that tropicana-ana Sherb
Yeah, we roll like that got a tangerine slab
You don't hold like that
I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed
Spendin' many days plottin' hows
We gonna get it and once we finally got it
How was we gonna spend it
I don't need no limit
Bein' broke don't cut it
This is money over everything, loco
So fuck it
I'm gon' push my bucket, every goddamn day
I'm a mission to knock me
Off that goddamn rave
Light up that goddamn J, get my smoke on vibe
Take me two or three pulls
And ge me oh so high
My nigga B grow farm, Berner joints gonna hit
Cali love, California cable, jet fuel, bitch
My nigga, take your pick, this is all I know
I been down too long
So comin' up is all I know
This is all I want, we so laid back
In the mind-state of fuck the world, got wax
Get it? Y'all got wax
Figured y'all caught that
The Snowman and Cookies
Y'all don't roll like that
Y'all ain't know about that
Cherry Pie, Samurai we smoke like that
Jet fuel, Lemon Tree yeah, we roll like that
Head stash look crazy
Y'all don't hold like that
I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed
Hard fuel, Girl Scout
Yeah, we smoke like that tropicana-ana Sherb
Yeah, we roll like that got a tangerine slab
You don't hold like that
I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed
Got them big packs and we make
Stacks and we shine hard
Yeah, we laid back and they hate
That and they mind scarred
We upper echelon, with the session on
No fear at all bitch, what you stressin' on?
The impression you get, we take 'em all
Let me know what you got
Is you crying bitches we got tissues
Fallen soldiers in the weed war
You know you hate us, they don't miss you
We got your mind-state fucked up now
And it's ten past seven
But, you want time-out, and frustrated
Can't hit that lemon
The flavor was greater, savor the flower
The doctor and Berner would relate to
Shit is so major
Behavior is all to the minute you hit it
We fade you
Bern got that bomb fire, that's no manner
We smoke mix and you bitch asses try to hang
But, you end up another burned victim
The doctors orders, had a quarter round
It's every two hours, every fuckin' day
If you run out, better my call nurses
They'll bring a pack, it's all CA
From top to bottom, call me on the dime
I got a farm with some weed on it
Don't worry, I'mma learn to doctor
I'm in practice, no seed on it
Cherry Pie, Samurai we smoke like that
Jet fuel, Lemon Tree yeah, we roll like that
Head stash look crazy
Y'all don't hold like that
I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed
Hard fuel, Girl Scout
Yeah, we smoke like that tropicana-ana Sherb
Yeah, we roll like that got a tangerine slab
You don't hold like that
I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed