Quarter Pound Wit Cheese

Male Voice Dark Reggae Rap Trap Didgeridoo, Drum, Bongos, Funk, Male Voice, Hip Hop, Epic, Beat, Rap, Chops 180Bpms Gangster Music 808 Kickdrum Super Bass, Psychedelic

V5.5

(intro) (bro i have an idea front me a zip but only give me a half that means i owe you a half and you owe me a half we could call it even)

i say i say i need my weed please a quarter pound wit cheese super runts you here my bass bumping in my trunk

ra ra rasta ken sells that twenty twin twin hit that shit smile wit a grin walk around like u always win i won im stunned i didn’t need a gun i didn’t need to run i had a lot of fun ur bud is bomb (fire)  bum clot kenton out there winning from day one the beginning smoke smoke pass that gas shoot you in yo ass 
or leave you like that last kid in class stop being bummy get some class puff puff pass your ladies ass i’ll fill ur tank up wit gas just let me smash that big oh juicy ass  do you know geometry and math? Did you pass? Or did you drop out of high school and smoke grass stupid ass?

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i say i say i need my weed please a quarter pound wit cheese super runts you here my bass bumping in my trunk

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masta rasta kensta is a gangsta 7 0 7 rider a provider a east sider napa bust’em caps (bang bang bang) check the map my beats slaps fuck wit me i’ll give u dirt naps i got the joog in the hoods you understood it’s pretty simple if i don’t like you i’ll pop you like a pimple get rid of you stay cool rasta maaaaan relax i got a plan

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i say i say i need my weed please a quarter pound wit cheese super runts you here my bass bumping in my trunk

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i say i say i need my weed please a quarter pound wit cheese super runts you here my bass bumping in my trunk

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i got racks i got packs i got joints as size of baseball bats i don’t fuck wit rats bats  or bob cats those fuckers are wack step back bigity back crack u ain’t the mac attack me let’s see b i’ll run a fade around you u will be groggy and daze while im sitting there smoking my purple haze im amazed how people are these days. ba ba beats by meats spazn agian hitting that twenty twin twin my nikkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkka!

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(intro) (bro i have an idea front me a zip but only give me a half that means i owe you a half and you owe me a half we could call it even) i say i say i need my weed please a quarter pound wit cheese super runts you here my bass bumping in my trunk i say i say i need my weed please a quarter pound wit cheese super runts you here my bass bumping in my trunk ra ra rasta ken sells that twenty twin twin hit that shit smile wit a grin walk around like u always win i won im stunned i didn’t need a gun i didn’t need to run i had a lot of fun ur bud is bomb (fire) bum clot kenton out there winning from day one the beginning smoke smoke pass that gas shoot you in yo ass or leave you like that last kid in class stop being bummy get some class puff puff pass your ladies ass i’ll fill ur tank up wit gas just let me smash that big oh juicy ass do you know geometry and math? Did you pass? Or did you drop out of high school and smoke grass stupid ass? (what) (what) (what) (what) i say i say i need my weed please a quarter pound wit cheese super runts you here my bass bumping in my trunk (what ) (what). (what) i say i say i need my weed please a quarter pound wit cheese super runts you here my bass bumping in my trunk (what) (what) (what) masta rasta kensta is a gangsta 7 0 7 rider a provider a east sider napa bust’em caps (bang bang bang) check the map my beats slaps fuck wit me i’ll give u dirt naps i got the joog in the hoods you understood it’s pretty simple if i don’t like you i’ll pop you like a pimple get rid of you stay cool rasta maaaaan relax i got a plan (what ) ( what) ( what) i say i say i need my weed please a quarter pound wit cheese super runts you here my bass bumping in my trunk (what) (what) (what) i say i say i need my weed please a quarter pound wit cheese super runts you here my bass bumping in my trunk (what ) (what) (what) i got racks i got packs i got joints as size of baseball bats i don’t fuck wit rats bats or bob cats those fuckers are wack step back bigity back crack u ain’t the mac attack me let’s see b i’ll run a fade around you u will be groggy and daze while im sitting there smoking my purple haze im amazed how people are these days. ba ba beats by meats spazn agian hitting that twenty twin twin my nikkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkka!

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