The Pre-Rolled Lyrics – Ea$e
Singer: Ea$e
Title: The Pre-Rolled
*cheech and chong skit*
Wake up in the morning and get high as f#ck
I got a couple pre rolled, ima light it up
I’ma hit the bong and play my favorite song
And only top notch b#tches come and ride with us
So hold it down, if i let you in my section
Feel a mystical vibe to be all up in my presence
Might pull out a 45′ if i hit it to eleven
Swimmin in a pool of liquor while i’m listening to kendrick gotta let you know
Pat ron that n#gg#, yeah
Don’t forget it, yeah
Catch me in ya city, yeah
Where the b#tches at?
Smoke a whole zip of that then i get it back
Bucket hat with the sperrys on, young fisherman
Drumlinе pink floyd n#gg# got bands
Please dont waste my timе hoe, a n#gg# got plans
Man these n#gg# know i spit bars on the mic
Rap god, pat ron
n#gg# got xans, got damn
Heard they looking for a n#gg# like waldo
I was smoking blunts playing grand theft auto
When these pretty b#tches wanna kick it like ronaldo
If you ain’t with the shits, baby girl what ya call for?
I swear i think she only diggin’ ’cause she saw gold
Told that b#tch i pull the strings like guitar shows
Grinding with this music can a young n#gg# ball tho?
First i f#ck ’em then i duck em, that’s the motto
I was sippin’ gold coronas with my vatos
Lucky with these b#tches like i just hit the lotto
I just want some marijuanna, can you let the pot grow?
(pablo) pablo piccasso and you so ronald mcdonald
Living for today like there’s no tomorrow
Woke up in the morning, i was high as f#ck
(flip phone) flip phone camera, that’s so clutch
(flip flop) flip flop sandals been in the rush
Wake and bake intake, got my mind so stuck, too clutch, w
When i’m pushing in the clutch, stick shift
Riding dirty in the rush, on that two phone sensei
Prolly watching hentai, gotta get my rent paid
What you say got me going insane i
If i go missing
Know you gon miss me
Never act fake ’cause that sh#t don’t fit me
f#ck a facade, four door garage
I need a massage
I need a medusa to look in my eyes
Freeze on contact, really though ii’m all that
Shout out to the 90’s and can i get a call back?
Can i get enough?
I’m a diamond in the ruff, when we f#ck
And she fiending for the touch
I’m a victim of the lust
I’ma blush in the brush
In the back of the steam, in the back of the bus
Yeah i’m workin for a million
Tell the teacher say to children
I’ma make it cause i’m willing
Cause i told you what i’m dealing
Mack a million, max a million on my credit card
p#ss# gotten wet, got me drowning in a reservoir
Ivor sliding like a debit card
I’ma start a war with them suicide doors
But i really can’t afford what i’m looking for
So i tell ’em live free, white boy awesome
Passing that b#tch like i was steve austin
Gold on my neck yeah you know that i’m flossin’
Looking at the struggle
Can’t wait till ii’m balling, balling like jordan, a fresh pair of jordan’s aristocrat and i’ll get the dab
And i hit the blunt, cause i’m good at that
And my mind is free
I won’t take it back, i won’t take it back
And since the beat won’t give me p#ss# ima rape the track
And every single verse i spit, i bet i state the facts
Pat ron sh#t, rollin’ weed, posted in the back
I just need a couple ice cubes and cup wit’ some drink and a bag of the gas
And can i get a blunt, split a cut of few of my n#gg#s and b#tch wit’ some #ss
Real talk ghost ride the whip i put the b#tch in neutral
Then i pop the trunk and pull up the bazooka
n#gg#s hatin b#tches stalkin
Oh sh#t i could’ve called it start to feel like i am here from the future
Every verse is like a fully loaded ruger
I’m the bullet, i’m the gun, and i’m the shooter
I’m the verse, and i’m the track, and i’m the music
n#gg#s popped made me snap and made me lose it
Kill a rapper, reload, then reuse it
When i spit a verse, it’s like a fully automatic uzi
Well, about to get to bustin, get to shootin’ that’s him, get the people movin better get the party boomin
(we) got stella in this muthaf#cka groovy
And i been rolling up the weed since the juvi and i’ve been dipping on police when they pull up
Every time i whip my wrist it’s like a muthaf#ckin cook up
Heard n#gg#s lookin for me, tell em mothaf#ckas look up
They scared of death and they scarred to look they shook up, you just shook one, two jukes instant
Yeah i shook something, grab my pen and paper beat the beat up
Like it took something
One hand on the hip one hand on the blunt
Kush smoke in my eyes
And the way i’m on the quest
You would think i had to try but i’m the best rapper alive, pat ron
*cheech and chong ending skit*
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