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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SPM
Vocals
Dum Dum
Vocals
Happy Perez
Vocals
Low G
Vocals
Grimm
Vocals
Baby Beesh
Vocals
Lil Bing
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Diamond D
Vocals
Low G.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Coy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Seven Aurelius
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Go ahead, mate
Boy, that's five
That's got to be
[Verse 2]
I hit it from worst way, after the first day
I'm needing it everyday and twice on the Thursday
Blood thicker than water, in pounds better than quarters
I'm smoking 2 joints while I'm knocking down your daughter
Dope House Records is on fire, so grab the extinguisher
I'm smoked out in the Beamer, 'bout to get emphysema
Gun slingers, rap singers with more stripes than the Bengals
No need for the gang signs, I'm using my trigger fingers
[Verse 3]
Now won't you roll one, for the pour one
Sometimes I'm real selfish and I'll smoke my weed with no one
You know me, I'm Young Happy P
Kick back and blow a Sweet while my **** move keys
Bitch, please
I got G's, sip Coronas with lime squeeze
And platinum P's, and only smoke on the fine leaves
I started out selling 5-dollar Sweets
And now I'm hella paid, selling 5,000 dollar beats
[Verse 4]
I smoke 2 joints when I wake up
In the car, I smoke 2 joints
I smoke 2 joints when I play video games
And every 10,000 points
I smoke 2 joints in time of peace
And 2 in time of war
I smoke 2 joints before I smoke 2 joints
And then I smoke 2 more
[Verse 5]
Man, this killer herb's got me running over curbs
And writing these raps full of misspelled words
I curse on my verse, snatch your bitch like a purse
'Cause she like the Twinkie's that I slapped on my hearse
I take two charges, it's really quite harmless
The only side effect is that it makes you retarded, ha
I started in '82, in fifth grade
You can say I was in high school, true smoker
[Verse 6]
I got Mary at an early age, con mi hermosa
Maria es mi esposa, mi sanchas Nina Rosa
Mafiosa
Pero es es otra cosa
My wife es celosa, no llores mariposa
Tan chiclosa
Te traigo from coasta coasta
I got your corazon driving mi bolsa
Borracho de tu besos
Hoja pa mis huesos
Me trias pesos
Con hidea pa me seso
[Verse 7]
I smoke 2 joints when I wake up
In the car, I smoke 2 joints
I smoke 2 joints when I play video games
And every 10,000 points
I smoke 2 joints in time of peace
And 2 in time of war
I smoke 2 joints before I smoke 2 joints
And then I smoke 2 more
[Verse 8]
Diamond popped upon the scene
Smoke 2 joints where I can beam
Flip the scene, bezel team
Sipping lean, sticky green
Come out fresh when it's spring
Steady flossing diamond rings
Busting gats with B
Catching squares at ten
Baby Beesh, he got the dro
Happy P, we finna roll
And shut 'em down, we livin throw'ed
We got the keys, we got the vo's
Hit and run need a theme
Hold your breath and feel my sting
Since Diamond came around
Now she down with her team
[Verse 9]
Now I'm down with Bobby Brown
But I love Al Green
Keep a Sweet in my mouth and another in my jeans
'Bout to blow 'em back to back, taking 2 to the dome
Home grown hydroponic always wanna get blown
Stay stoned, Optimo, drop a flow, rock a show
Got to go out the door, bopping ho after close
Nose hits, roach clips, place the pink in my eye
And I'm always down to try new ways to reach for the sky
[Verse 10]
I smoke 2 joints when I wake up
In the car, I smoke 2 joints
I smoke 2 joints when I play video games
And every 10,000 points
I smoke 2 joints in time of peace
And 2 in time of war
I smoke 2 joints before I smoke 2 joints
And then I smoke 2 more
[Verse 11]
Now I be blowing out more than one but less than three
That's the recipe
Yes, indeed, blowin ooh-ie gooey's a necessity
Don't question me
Blowing heavily till I'm 70, that's the remedy
Feeling famous like the Kennedy's
From here to Tennessee, sipping Hennessy
Smoking with intensity
Feel my ghetto energy
Fools be sweating me for that rush and then the Lebanese
I've been getting higher than the hills of Beverly, Beverly
[Verse 12]
2 joints of smelly in my Cadi, from the Bali to Cali
In the alley serving patties, hassled by federales
Dripping candy, sipping brandy, 20-inches look fancy
On my way to the Grammy, hoes dropping they panties
Got a freak named Sandy, making hits like Sammie
I'm posted up with biscuits and chicken fried steak at Granny's
Smashing off my fasho, got my TV's on glow
Smoking 2, smoking 4, then back door with 2 more
Written by: Carlos Coy