Smoke DZA - Sour Hour lyrics
[Smoke DZA - Sour Hour lyrics]
Uh sick young nigga from the illest block
Them harlem niggas get it poppin'
That's the realest drop
Mourning my nigga Fred, dour
Doobies getting lit
Sipping 'gnac to the head that was my man
I told him wait til I get to this bread
Took one to the head, fuck
I never see him again
Inhale the reefer harder
I was raised in horror
But you can see and feel my aura
The streets is a mess nigga I'm
Blessed to even see tomorrow
So Killa this one is for you
Keep your spirit around I got a
Lot of living to do
See I gotta feed my kids and em' too
Lot a load to cop, shows to rock
And hoes to screw
This is my sour hour marathon
(marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullshit, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on
This is my sour hour marathon
(marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullshit, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on
This is my sour hour marathon
(marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullshit, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on
Uh, Right smoke up
I hope you bring your lungs with you
Shorty I ain't tripping
Your friend she can come with you
Just bring some papers, she sending
Me flicks of her tit's, with smiley faces
She dig my rugby flavors
Before them other niggas did it
You think I was a player? RLFC
Yeah a lot of niggas jack
I think it's quite foul
They follow the trend, but for me
It's my lifestyle
Anytime you see me, it's a fresh one
Adidas, raw labels, or some foam posit's
Check him green house sour got my higher
Than a Jetson, Spacely, sprocket
You smoke pinheads, we smoke rockets
Lame niggas still smoking up the
Profit in your packs
Lawsuit blew it done fucked
Up all the scratch
What you running when your hamstring popped?
I shitted on you niggas now
It's back to the pot
This is my sour hour marathon
(marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullshit, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on
This is my sour hour marathon
(marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullshit, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on
Them harlem niggas get it poppin'
That's the realest drop
Mourning my nigga Fred, dour
Doobies getting lit
Sipping 'gnac to the head that was my man
I told him wait til I get to this bread
Took one to the head, fuck
I never see him again
Inhale the reefer harder
I was raised in horror
But you can see and feel my aura
The streets is a mess nigga I'm
Blessed to even see tomorrow
So Killa this one is for you
Keep your spirit around I got a
Lot of living to do
See I gotta feed my kids and em' too
Lot a load to cop, shows to rock
And hoes to screw
This is my sour hour marathon
(marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullshit, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on
This is my sour hour marathon
(marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullshit, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on
This is my sour hour marathon
(marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullshit, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on
Uh, Right smoke up
I hope you bring your lungs with you
Shorty I ain't tripping
Your friend she can come with you
Just bring some papers, she sending
Me flicks of her tit's, with smiley faces
She dig my rugby flavors
Before them other niggas did it
You think I was a player? RLFC
Yeah a lot of niggas jack
I think it's quite foul
They follow the trend, but for me
It's my lifestyle
Anytime you see me, it's a fresh one
Adidas, raw labels, or some foam posit's
Check him green house sour got my higher
Than a Jetson, Spacely, sprocket
You smoke pinheads, we smoke rockets
Lame niggas still smoking up the
Profit in your packs
Lawsuit blew it done fucked
Up all the scratch
What you running when your hamstring popped?
I shitted on you niggas now
It's back to the pot
This is my sour hour marathon
(marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullshit, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on
This is my sour hour marathon
(marathon, marathon)
Uh, they bullshit, babble on
Less talking, more smoking, carry on