South Park Mexican, Baby Bash, Angela P - I Need a Sweet ( Reveille Park) lyrics

[South Park Mexican, Baby Bash, Angela P - I Need a Sweet Reveille Park lyrics]

Man, let me call this boy, man
Hey, your boy doing bad

Dope House Records

What up, Gotti
Say man, I need a ride to the weed house man

Fa sho', homeboy, I'll be right there

I need a sweet with short red hair
And when a sweet i need to be there
I need a sweet hear what I say
A killer sweet to get me through the day

I need a sweet so I can blow
A forty dollar sweet full of indo
I got a buzz uh hun, that's why I does
I put diamonds on my daughter's hairbrush
In this times of hate and pain
We need a remedy to get us out the rain
Jealousy a little greed
I been thinking of what I need
Purple leaves with crystal flakes
If it's not hydro, please
Get that out my face
Two-twenty five for a half of O-Z
In the club, with my homeboy Joey T
My science project was in the school arena
Cause, I made a bong out
This old steam cleaner ya mon

I need a sweet with short red hair
And when a sweet i need to be there
I need a sweet hear what I say
A killer sweet to get me through the day
Help me out i need a sweet
I really do i need a sweet
Can I smoke a few i need a sweet
To get me right i need a sweet
Everyday and everynight

I need a sweet to calm my nerves
A swisha sweet filled with killer herbs
I wanna fill it, roll it, hit it, smoke it
Hydro-ponic's what I blow, it
Don't matter what time i just wanna get high
But wait i fiend for the greens obscene
Always wanna smoke like a damn chimney
Motherfuckers call me Miss Big Cheat
But, I don't give a fuck cause I love my weed
Step up to the club to the VIP
All the fuckin' ballers like "Up your sweets"
Yeah, everybody know I make it H-O T
Me and mary jane, that's all I need

Come on, Beesh

I need an s to the W, double E, T
If you smoke with Baby Beesh
Don't tell the police
Cause, I'm on that paper, mayn, that's wrong
Cal with a sweet and fat O-zone
If you want that dope i got a boat load
While my girl got my baby
Momma in a chokehold
Smoke til my eyes turn Japaneese
Me and Carlos lit half-a-tree
Now I don't pimp a jigalow
I blow big indo with my niggaros
Gotta mouth full of cotton cause
I'm off green butter
Marijuana, mayn, I love her

This some good ass weed, Beesh

Ain't it, though?
I will not think they'll play
This on the radio
I hope so, I need to pay my rent
Now split that sweet down the middle, pimp

Man, that was some good ass weed, bro
I'm feeling good uh hun, my name is Los
Uh hun, I'm feeling good

Juan Gotti and SPM laughing

You a fool, nigga

Yeah, I'll take me to that next dimension
Homie

Aight, yeah coughing

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