PSA Drugfest 2003 (Sleeveless Minks) - Quelle Chris

This town ain’t the right size for you and I

Six million ways to fly, who’s tryna die?

The moon got a dark side, I know a guy

Who mix up a spliff like witches with newt eye

Cocktails unlike the Tom Cruise kind

Inhale, choke up like a high noose tied

I’m too down, like the blue towel

Alice the white rabbit and a white owl, ow

Couple hits’ll put your lights out, ciao

Some white boys bringing the pipes out, wow

Spark L’s like dude, gettin' the Dell

For what they sell in the tubes, many sit in a cell

Cottonmouth, moving like Rochelle Farrell

Hit the harvest with clippers like Sam Cassell

Word to Dewey Cox, you won’t get hooked, ahk

Laced or dip, that shit turn your eyes Fetty Wap

When that shit got lame, we spiced up the game

Brought out the blades and lined up cocaine

Prefer it off white, but albinos, okay

To balance out the jump, we rolled it up Js

Honey had the stylish chain with the scoop

Four troop packed in the stall like the coupe

Spontaneous interludes in the nude like Luke

Musta been the X that made them look cute

No peer pressure, this campaign’s grassroots

Squad members hailin' from the top to the bottom

From coast to coast, toast Gamora and Sodom

We dyin' to die with more problems

Smoke 'em if you got 'em, sip 'em if you got 'em

Pop 'em if you got 'em, snort 'em if you got 'em

Shoot 'em if you got 'em, eat 'em if you got 'em

Drop 'em if you got 'em, take 'em if you got 'em

Chew 'em if you got 'em, fuck 'em if you got 'em

Roll 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em

Sip 'em if you got 'em, pop 'em if you got 'em

Smoke 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em

Smoke 'em if you got 'em

Farmin' the fungus like Mario the plumber

You can smell the cocktail off the sweat from the summer

Double the ration, last trip was a bummer

Had to hit the new connect, my Bae Bro had the number

You know the steez, some Gs hit pharmacies

Alchemy initially prescribed for they knees

Over the border or order from over seas

Or cop it off the corner, know a family down the street

I support local business

Plus the head, stay grass fed

'Til the eyes go blood red

Who dat grew this shiznit?

That shavelli had my wig split, O-M-Jesus

When we out of town, hit the legal with the visa

Know a bunch of stoners down to roll up 'til you seizure

From coast to coast, toast Gamora and Sodom

We dyin' to die with more problems

Smoke 'em if you got 'em, sip 'em if you got 'em

Pop 'em if you got 'em, snort 'em if you got 'em

Shoot 'em if you got 'em, eat 'em if you got 'em

Drop 'em if you got 'em, take 'em if you got 'em

Chew 'em if you got 'em, fuck 'em if you got 'em

Roll 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em

Sip 'em if you got 'em, pop 'em if you got 'em

Smoke 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em

Smoke 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em

Smoke 'em if you got 'em