Crucial Conflict - Hay

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Sittin on a quarter 'p of hay
  Thangs is feelin good today.
  I'm tore up,from the floor up
  Sippin on some crown royal.
  Trippin,in a circle of wood
  Where everybody smoke they own bud.
  Good ole' hay
  How you feel today?
  Fine,blowed and dandy.
  Silly like i'm hype off candy.
  Gotta big,thick chic named sandy.
  In the farm in the middle of the barn
  Where everybody's feelin crazy.
  I went to visit granny's house.
  Now i see why don't nobody leave.
  We constantly,constantly,constantly smokin b's.
  Too blitzed to even shake it off
  But i still got my head up.
  Coldhard 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.
  Git me zoned and i'll be on.
  Cuz i love to smoke upon hay.
  Smokin on
  Haaayy in the middle of the barn.
  Smokin on
  Haaayy in the middle of the barn.
  The hay got me goin through a stage
  And i just can't get enough.
  Smokin 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
  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 they be.
  In this session,manifesting
  On myp's and q's
  Never snooze cause i refuse.
  Inhale,exhale the smell.
  Smokin hay all by myself.
  Wildstle,laughin loud.
  Wit my homies by my side.
  If somethin 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 smokin on......
  Hay now hay
  We smokin up hay in the middle of the barn
  And i'm lit up
  Can't get up
  My eyes are red
  And my head is spinnin.
  Took another pull
  Ridin red bull
  Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin.
  Got a posse full of hoes playin 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 nigga tryin' to blow my high
  Smokin all that hay with no money.
  Now truly this bitch wanna do me
  So i hit the 151bacardi
  She high like the sun
  Thick like cornbread,and i'm ready to party.
  That hay got me so gotdamn horny
  But i don't like that tramp.
  The only reason I'm poppin that coochie
  cause the hoe had a book of foodstamps.
  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.
  Rollin down the block
  Car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up out dat dorr crack.
  Got my niggas in the barn smokin on that
  Hay stack
  Back up on the scene from smokin herb,
  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 wit nobody else
  If i didn't pass it to the left.
  Nigga would have lost my breath.
  Open up the window 'fore i fall and faint
  But i can't
  Cause i roll around in dat barn ride.
  Rollin up the hootie hoo
  Roughest skin roller on dat west side.
  Nigga come on in
  I got some hay
  Won't you close dat barn door
  Nigga what you let them flies out for?
  Ain't nobody to rich, we poor.
  Lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn
  The flies keep us chokin.
  Thank you jesus christ
  For all the hay you're givin us
  Cause we'll keep on smokin'.

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