D.H, C-Mob - Blow It Back lyrics
C-Mob [Christopher Doehla] Marion, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[D.H, C-Mob - Blow It Back lyrics]
What you know about a 20 blunt session
Eyes half open while you
Watching the progression
Each hit you take is like one
Step up toward the heavens
And you can't tap out there's no UFC ref in
Please avoid this circle if you baking crumbs
This good weed'll have you choking
Baby lungs i smoke some good haze out
There in Rhode Island
With my nigga Dana in the cut both smiling
Dipping blunts in vodka to get lifted
Was always the goal like soccer
Bust that bitch down and then fold my saga
Lace chips and laughter after
We conquer the monster
So many red hairs we'll pour that Blanca
And bet I got that from my engineer
Rabbit's out of hats and
Poof made you disappear
This is my favorite past, time
And the present they smoked in the 70s
We smoking O-11 i burned the house down was
Never too good at cheffing
You don't really wanna blow, blow it back
You don't smoke like me
You don't smoke like me
Red hairs and ganja that marijuana
Smoke all your stress away till there's
No care up on ya higher than angels
Another galaxy sometimes I'm so zoned out my
Girl gets mad at me
I said to spark another backwoods
Blunt in the Capris
And I keep nothing but that good skunk
That's all a man could want
Just stare at my girl then we
Sit and we blow it back
And if I don't have me a realer then
I will be stuffing the drawer in blacks
My high is so intact because we rolling fat
Get higher than strippers on the
Pole when you throwing racks
We in that cash spot high as giraffe twat
Smoke one with my lady and watch
Her make that ass drop
But, I won't go into detail
Because that's another track
We just went through a dub
And Philo's got another sack mob, DH
And Carlo we clouding up the location
So puff puff pass
Don't fuck up the rotation (rotation)
You don't really wanna blow, blow it back
You don't smoke like me
You don't smoke like me
Marleys in the air
I just put a couple raw out
Hide on that grape jelly
I brought the jar out master of the fog life
Do it for them dro twisters
(Let's put the city on)
Shout out them go-getters
Bang bang couple hit's get a deep sleep
Then dump the grind out
You know I Chief Keef
It ain't no feeling like that kush
When it's in yo system running shit
Just let me smoke bitch I'm Ricky Williams
I be always fucking high
Should get some extra rubbers
Blunt man, I get faded like contested jumpers
It's 4 20
Kush clock tick-tock strong pack
You can smell it through the zip-loc
So I obviously was tired when
I wrote this rap laid my vocals on the track
Then I'm blowing back (Carlo)
So I obviously was tired when
I wrote this rap laid my vocals on the track
Then I'm blowing back
Eyes half open while you
Watching the progression
Each hit you take is like one
Step up toward the heavens
And you can't tap out there's no UFC ref in
Please avoid this circle if you baking crumbs
This good weed'll have you choking
Baby lungs i smoke some good haze out
There in Rhode Island
With my nigga Dana in the cut both smiling
Dipping blunts in vodka to get lifted
Was always the goal like soccer
Bust that bitch down and then fold my saga
Lace chips and laughter after
We conquer the monster
So many red hairs we'll pour that Blanca
And bet I got that from my engineer
Rabbit's out of hats and
Poof made you disappear
This is my favorite past, time
And the present they smoked in the 70s
We smoking O-11 i burned the house down was
Never too good at cheffing
You don't really wanna blow, blow it back
You don't smoke like me
You don't smoke like me
Red hairs and ganja that marijuana
Smoke all your stress away till there's
No care up on ya higher than angels
Another galaxy sometimes I'm so zoned out my
Girl gets mad at me
I said to spark another backwoods
Blunt in the Capris
And I keep nothing but that good skunk
That's all a man could want
Just stare at my girl then we
Sit and we blow it back
And if I don't have me a realer then
I will be stuffing the drawer in blacks
My high is so intact because we rolling fat
Get higher than strippers on the
Pole when you throwing racks
We in that cash spot high as giraffe twat
Smoke one with my lady and watch
Her make that ass drop
But, I won't go into detail
Because that's another track
We just went through a dub
And Philo's got another sack mob, DH
And Carlo we clouding up the location
So puff puff pass
Don't fuck up the rotation (rotation)
You don't really wanna blow, blow it back
You don't smoke like me
You don't smoke like me
Marleys in the air
I just put a couple raw out
Hide on that grape jelly
I brought the jar out master of the fog life
Do it for them dro twisters
(Let's put the city on)
Shout out them go-getters
Bang bang couple hit's get a deep sleep
Then dump the grind out
You know I Chief Keef
It ain't no feeling like that kush
When it's in yo system running shit
Just let me smoke bitch I'm Ricky Williams
I be always fucking high
Should get some extra rubbers
Blunt man, I get faded like contested jumpers
It's 4 20
Kush clock tick-tock strong pack
You can smell it through the zip-loc
So I obviously was tired when
I wrote this rap laid my vocals on the track
Then I'm blowing back (Carlo)
So I obviously was tired when
I wrote this rap laid my vocals on the track
Then I'm blowing back