Curtis Williams, Project Pat, Juicy J - Cheech & Chong lyrics
[Curtis Williams, Project Pat, Juicy J - Cheech & Chong lyrics]
Blowing strong, chiefing Cheech and Chong
Bitch I stuffed the bong
Strong all in my new pack
Same niggas, got new cash
I sip slow but I live fast
Haters mad, my mom glad
Make that, I spend that
Buy shit, you just rent that
Talking like some money
If you listen you might make that chase that
We ain’t used to having, had to chase that
Straight facts this ain’t make believe boy
This is straight facts way back
Now my money old and we go way back
Laid back
Now I twist my dutchs and I lay back
A million dollars for conversations
Till then I’m still being patient and waiting
Know we been the greatest
They hate it but still debating
Even they know we up next
My brother Rel said chill
They don’t be knowning your stress
But now it’s all my new shit
Two-9, that’s my crew bitch
My old chick your new chick
Been working hard, I need a new crib
Big blunt on my two lips
We facing these, don’t pass these
Project Patta, purple smoker, pussy poker
Foreign whip
Got your girl’s eyes like I'm coca
Loud smoker, distributor, loud broker
Cali weed stay in my lungs, loud smoker
My color man, is green, green
Green green green
Money train, all we hear is ching
Ching ching ching blowing on that Samsung
Inhaling that Hercules
Pounds of that Northern Cali
Man we murking these
I been blowing on green since I was a fetus
Talking city slick but I’m
Country just like Cleatous
You want that Cheech and Chong
You need to come and see us
Cause while you sitting round
We sitting next to Jesus (Halleluyer)
Bitch I stuffed the bong
Strong all in my new pack
Same niggas, got new cash
I sip slow but I live fast
Haters mad, my mom glad
Make that, I spend that
Buy shit, you just rent that
Talking like some money
If you listen you might make that chase that
We ain’t used to having, had to chase that
Straight facts this ain’t make believe boy
This is straight facts way back
Now my money old and we go way back
Laid back
Now I twist my dutchs and I lay back
A million dollars for conversations
Till then I’m still being patient and waiting
Know we been the greatest
They hate it but still debating
Even they know we up next
My brother Rel said chill
They don’t be knowning your stress
But now it’s all my new shit
Two-9, that’s my crew bitch
My old chick your new chick
Been working hard, I need a new crib
Big blunt on my two lips
We facing these, don’t pass these
Project Patta, purple smoker, pussy poker
Foreign whip
Got your girl’s eyes like I'm coca
Loud smoker, distributor, loud broker
Cali weed stay in my lungs, loud smoker
My color man, is green, green
Green green green
Money train, all we hear is ching
Ching ching ching blowing on that Samsung
Inhaling that Hercules
Pounds of that Northern Cali
Man we murking these
I been blowing on green since I was a fetus
Talking city slick but I’m
Country just like Cleatous
You want that Cheech and Chong
You need to come and see us
Cause while you sitting round
We sitting next to Jesus (Halleluyer)