The Luniz - Phillies lyrics

(chorus: yukmouth) P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (i wanna get blunted my brother) P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (i wanna get blunted my brother) (yukmouth) Surpress the brown b**h up in the crown vic's Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it Gets around it while n***as quit (woah!) This b**h look better than whitney, lick her titties Cause n***as say the p**y be the stick-icky One puff'll turn your brain cells to dust Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness s** her up, but there's a million b**hes just like her Even dykes try to f** her in the cypher with the lighter Puttin' the dick on the a** an', everybody cashin, blackin Latino motherf**ers know they be mashin n***a like whas' happenin'? You can keep them sa**y the dickey used to Nicky bone to top to dump the hash in My partners they be askin' mr. y-u-k Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin'? With a hundred gun and a hundred click To the sto', they get phillies To we get blunted as we wanna get (chorus: yukmouth) P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (i wanna get blunted my brother) P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (i wanna get blunted my brother) (poppa l.q.) I takes my gat with a phillie i don't need no quote Now boss player this is how i like to blow my smoke I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back Of a building, top player, makin' a little bits with a cup up of spit It makes me sick and upset when it's spit and silly Whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet It doesn't matter, rich or po', i couldn't care less bro It mixes when i'm out and let the motherf**er smoke no hoe I shake the bud mary-tramps, the one that tried to shove the weed up the fifth Without givin' up no co*ker food stamps I know they want it, but smokin' for free, i don't condone it Don't put your crusty lips on it if you ain't got no chips on it I spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out here And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here You're doin' too much catin' in the cypher wit'cha Lighter, tryin' to flick your big, if you ain't got no skits, you can't get hit (chorus: yukmouth) P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (i wanna get blunted my brother) P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (i wanna get blunted my brother) (the luniz & poppa l.q.) How many blunts do you blow on the daily Many money i blow many, many, many I smoke plenty (well, won't your black a** quit being stingy) I'm not greedy (well, where's that weed fiend?) (you better quit smokin' those beadys in my fo' hun) (blow one for the po-one) (n***a, don't you owe one?) (act like ya know one) No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs (f** the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs) But no fund, no gas money (well, even if a dummy has money) (he'll be a dumber dummy then bin his a** money) My blunt is my keeper like cash money Blast money, stash money, the last money was considered Bombs, stick, green gra** money Roll, but next time, i'ma put a little to the side (hash money) (yukmouth) Hey n***a i started smellin' weed and hella weed Then i started sellin' weed b**h be tellin' me, they wanna smoke To catch mozik than a spellin' bee Cause i smoke they a** under the table The hoes stable, pa** me that cigarette or phillie (poppa l.q.) I got that feelin' again, let's smoke that acrylin' Again, i said you willin' again, then we can walk the poppa-ceiling again I storms in like a mighty blast of wind Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an' (aaahhh!) (*cough*) (high powered sh**, tell that n***a down the road to roll the sh** up man) (man y'all n***as need to quit this sh**) (n***a, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this sh**) (man, you already know do') (numskull) f** around and smoke the sprayed up n***a be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up Smellin' like a** hemp's and grine, co*ky mouth Chap lips, f**in' off all the poo-nanny If y'all gonna smoke i'll be the designated weed roller Call me numboy, the motherf**in' seed roller But you gotta crack the window though Cause me and the lads like whoopi goldberg in centerfolds Drink-a-lot never like to think-a-lot n***a i don't smoke no more cause i don't like the stank-a-lot n***a i'm drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too n***a f**, how you gonna say that sh** n***a if you be smokin' cigarettes (f** y'all) And me n***a, (i wanna get blunted my brother) You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a n***a f** you n***a, sh**ty a** n***as (f** you n***a) Smell like straight dookie (*echoes*) (*laughter till fade*)