SNO (Rap), DJ Paul - Eyes Like A Chinese lyrics

Eyes like a chinese eyes like
A chinese eyes eyes
Like a chinese eyes like a chinese eyes eyes
Like a chinese eyes like a chinese eyes eyes
Like a chinese eyes like a chinese eyes
Eyes like a chinese eyes like
A chinese eyes eyes
Like a chinese eyes like a chinese eyes
Eyes like a chinese eyes like a chinese eyes
Eyes like a chinese eyes like a chinese

I'm a weed fiend im
A ganja junkie professional
Cigarillo roller future California medical
Marijuana card holder
Smokin all right a mini me of tommy chong
I love swisher sweets vaporizers papers
Bowls and bongs gettin
Lifted in my zone im always floatin on
A cloud it pays the cost to be the
Boss so i deserve to puff all out
Double WY T-E is the label and the music is
More potent than the pound on the table
Iv`e been chiefin like an indian since
I was a fucking kid
My brain cells are cookin constantly
And I like the shit
Hydroponic remedies is all that
I want healin me my eyes are like a chinese
Im squintin is you feelin me huh

A cracka like me smoke out a lil asian
Me and Lil Wyte in the car steady blazin
Ayy jelly roll see the muthafuckin satin
I guess i would too in this situation
But im gettin money and im smokin this kush
Bitch i look good and i love how i look
Blowin sour diesel bein cooked by the book
You know how we get down up in these streets
Boy i smoke a lot of weed till i look chinese
South side in the nap right where you find me
1100 block in the hood grinding
Big 40 cal boy don`t
Try me man im so high I feel like flying
And when the weed gone i feel like dying
Eyes chinese like yo boy Yao
Ming what the fuck
You mean that money ain't a thang shit
Money everything man fuck a wedding
Ring and fuck a
Bitch too im on the block and beans
Its real out here people die
Eryday when that pistol
To yo head better listen what they say
Ak`s and 38`s ain`t nobody try`n to play
Make the wrong move and they
Knock up on yo face
Man whats this weed called man
This shit taste great
Ayy grab a pack of swishers i
Don't fuck wit the grapes

Light another spliff middle fingers
To them politics
I ain`t lien bitch i smoke on that karate kid
More guns than an army man down in Pakistan
Plus i still pull my own
Stunts like im Jackie Chan
When they see that old chevy
Yeah they know it's him
Big rims tires still thin as ethiopians
Jelly on that dro again
Fuck it lets go again
Better not try him got that 44 with him
And every verse you ever
Heard was a freestyle
So high when i look down all i see is clouds
Probation trooper say they need me to pee now
Fuck it go to jail come right
Back up to the weed house

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Eyes like a chinese eyes eyes like a chinese
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