Sittin on a quarter 'p of hay
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Thangs is feelin good today.
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I'm tore up,from the floor up
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Sippin on some crown royal.
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Trippin,in a circle of wood
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Where everybody smoke they own bud.
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Good ole' hay
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How you feel today?
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Fine,blowed and dandy.
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Silly like i'm hype off candy.
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Gotta big,thick chic named sandy.
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In the farm in the middle of the barn
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Where everybody's feelin crazy.
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I went to visit granny's house.
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Now i see why don't nobody leave.
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We constantly,constantly,constantly smokin b's.
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Too blitzed to even shake it off
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But i still got my head up.
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Coldhard finna go in the back of the barn
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And get my big black peter sucked
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Pass the hay you silly slut,
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Blaze it up so i can hit that bud.
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Git me zoned and i'll be on.
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Cuz i love to smoke upon hay.
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Smokin on
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Haaayy in the middle of the barn.
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Smokin on
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Haaayy in the middle of the barn.
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The hay got me goin through a stage
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And i just can't get enough.
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Smokin everyday
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I got some hay
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And you know i'm finna roll it up.
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Make a cloud
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I'm gonna take my mind away from all the
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Bullcrap.
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Bump my sounds
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Lay back and roll
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Mack to the freaks that's on the road.
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Sometimes i wonder
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When i was blowed on the streets.
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Anybody wanna step to me,
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I'ma see how rough they be.
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In this session,manifesting
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On myp's and q's
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Never snooze cause i refuse.
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Inhale,exhale the smell.
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Smokin hay all by myself.
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Wildstle,laughin loud.
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Wit my homies by my side.
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If somethin jump off let it ride
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On my square when time is live.
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Everybody throw it up
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Go to the barn and get some hay.
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When i get my choke on.
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Fool you know i'm smokin on......
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Hay now hay
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We smokin up hay in the middle of the barn
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And i'm lit up
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Can't get up
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My eyes are red
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And my head is spinnin.
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Took another pull
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Ridin red bull
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Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin.
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Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids
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And we bout to get in em.
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Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at
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And everything funny.
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Gotta pause some nigga tryin' to blow my high
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Smokin all that hay with no money.
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Now truly this bitch wanna do me
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So i hit the 151bacardi
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She high like the sun
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Thick like cornbread,and i'm ready to party.
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That hay got me so gotdamn horny
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But i don't like that tramp.
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The only reason I'm poppin that coochie
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cause the hoe had a book of foodstamps.
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And i got the munchies
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I need soul food.
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Collard greens or pinto beans.
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If you smoke hay like the conflict do,
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Then you know what the hell i mean.
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Rollin down the block
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Car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up out dat dorr crack.
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Got my niggas in the barn smokin on that
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Hay stack
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Back up on the scene from smokin herb,
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I creeped up on the wall and all i heard.
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Was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in
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The hay
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With a funky dime word.
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Couldn't be myself
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Couldn't smoke wit nobody else
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If i didn't pass it to the left.
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Nigga would have lost my breath.
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Open up the window 'fore i fall and faint
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But i can't
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Cause i roll around in dat barn ride.
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Rollin up the hootie hoo
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Roughest skin roller on dat west side.
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Nigga come on in
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I got some hay
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Won't you close dat barn door
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Nigga what you let them flies out for?
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Ain't nobody to rich, we poor.
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Lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn
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The flies keep us chokin.
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Thank you jesus christ
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For all the hay you're givin us
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Cause we'll keep on smokin'.
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[chorus]
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Hay
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Crucial Conflict |