Hay

Hay

Smoking on

Hay

Smoking on

Hay in the middle of the barn

Smoking on

Hay in the middle of the barn

Sitting on a quarter P of hay

Things is feeling good today

I'm tore up from the floor up

Sipping on some Crown Royal

Tripping in a circle of wood

Where everybody smoke they own bud

Good ol' hay, how'd you feel today?

Fine, blowed and dandy

Silly like I'm hype off candy

Got a big, thick chick named Sandy

In the farm, in the middle of the barn

Where everybody's feeling crazy

I went to visit granny's house

Now I see why don't nobody leave

We constantly, constantly, constantly smoking B's

Too blitzed to even shake it off, but still, I got my head up

Cold hard, finna go in the back of the barn

And get my big black peter sucked

Pass the hay, you silly slut

Blaze it up so I can hit that bud

Get me zoned and I'll be on

'Cause I love to smoke upon

Hay in the middle of the barn

Smoking on

Hay in the middle of the barn

Smoking on

The hay got me going through a stage

And I just can't get enough

Smoking everyday, I got some hay

And you know I'm finna roll it up

Make a cloud, I'm gonna take my mind away from all the bull crap

Bump my sounds, lay back and roll

Mack to the freaks that's on the road

Sometimes, I wonder when I was blowed on the streets

Anybody wanna step to me, I'ma see how rough you be

In this session, manifesting on my P's and Q's

Never snooze 'cause I refuse

Inhale, exhale the smell, smoking hay all by myself

Wildstyle laughing loud with my homies by my side

If something jump off, let it ride

On my square when time is live

Everybody, throw it up

Go to the barn and get some hay

When I get my choke on

Fool, you know I'm smoking on

Hay, now, hay

We smoking on hay in the middle of the barn

And I'm lit up, can't get up, my eyes are red

And my head is spinning

Took another pull, riding red bull

Got the goofies, can't stop grinning

Got a posse full of hoes playing in my braids

And we 'bout to get in 'em

Over yonder, is the barn where the pals be at

And everything funny

Gotta pause, some **** trying to blow my high

Smoking all that hay with no money

Now truly, this bitch'll wanna do me

So I hit the 151 Bacardi

She higher than the sun, thick like cornbread

And I'm ready to party

That hay got me so goddamn horny

But I really don't like that tramp

The only reason I'm popping that coochie

'Cause the hoe had a book of food stamps

And I got the munchies, I need soul food

Collard greens or pinto beans

If you smoke hay like the Conflict do

Then you know what the hell I mean

Smoking on

Hay in the middle of the barn

Smoking on

Hay in the middle of the barn

Smoking on

Rolling down the block, car full of flies

And the flies tried to rise up out that door crack

Got my **** in the barn, smoking on that hay stack

Back up on the scene from smoking herb

So I creeped up on the wall and all I heard

Was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in the hay

With a funky dime word

Couldn't be myself

Couldn't smoke with nobody else

If I didn't pass it to the left

**** would have lost my breath

Open up the window 'fore I fall and faint

But I can't, 'cause I roll around in that barn ride

Rolling up them hootie hoos

Roughest skin roller on that west side

**** come on in, I got some hay

Won't you close that barn door?

****, what you let them flies out for?

Ain't nobody too rich, we poor

Letting all the contact smoke up out the barn

The flies keep us choking

Thank you, Jesus Christ for all the hay you giving us

'Cause we'll keep on smoking

Hay in the middle of the barn

Smoking on

Hay in the middle of the barn

Smoking on

Hay in the middle of the barn

Smoking on

Hay in the middle of the barn

Smoking on

Hay in the middle of the barn

Smoking on

Hay in the middle of the barn