PLAYBOYBLAZE
10-07-2003, 11:50 PM
playboyblaze:
i drive drastic traffic deals thru drug fantasia/
left ur body in dysplasia, taught happy to hate ya/
i drop tha 'dopest' data when i see my lines 'snow'/
blazed so much bud i smoke the 'green' outta 'GO!'/
yall dont even know i use to slang blow/
abuse n bang hoes, use crank n hydro/
n take it back to the earlest of days/
slang thirds 2 get paid, wet budz 2 make weight/
neva enuff raiding cafes lunch-ins n buffets/
but hey, i still get high fuuk 'whata mistake'/
my old ways n old days are new days with 2 eights/
regular policy will alwayz be weed b4 due dates/
Lyricaly Inclined:
time after time rhyme after rhyme all in hopes-of-rap/
doin dope-and-crack only made my hopes-of-that go on a slope-fa-whack/
im a duggie and the prose-at-max..
at times i even smoked-the-scraps/
i got so much drugs flowin in me that my throat-collapsed/
i wasent in the zone-to-chat & expose-the-facts to people wit notes-attached/
tell em i couldnt go three days wit no-relaps/
again the drug fien'n mode-attaks...
i gotta calm down...take it slow---relax/
felt like i was on a rope-and-trapped/
dozin-back...
to when i was frozin-flat across the ground wit loads-of-tracks across my nose-from-smack/
noticed i was 'blinded by drugs'..kilin my self the only way to make my throes-extract
i drive drastic traffic deals thru drug fantasia/
left ur body in dysplasia, taught happy to hate ya/
i drop tha 'dopest' data when i see my lines 'snow'/
blazed so much bud i smoke the 'green' outta 'GO!'/
yall dont even know i use to slang blow/
abuse n bang hoes, use crank n hydro/
n take it back to the earlest of days/
slang thirds 2 get paid, wet budz 2 make weight/
neva enuff raiding cafes lunch-ins n buffets/
but hey, i still get high fuuk 'whata mistake'/
my old ways n old days are new days with 2 eights/
regular policy will alwayz be weed b4 due dates/
Lyricaly Inclined:
time after time rhyme after rhyme all in hopes-of-rap/
doin dope-and-crack only made my hopes-of-that go on a slope-fa-whack/
im a duggie and the prose-at-max..
at times i even smoked-the-scraps/
i got so much drugs flowin in me that my throat-collapsed/
i wasent in the zone-to-chat & expose-the-facts to people wit notes-attached/
tell em i couldnt go three days wit no-relaps/
again the drug fien'n mode-attaks...
i gotta calm down...take it slow---relax/
felt like i was on a rope-and-trapped/
dozin-back...
to when i was frozin-flat across the ground wit loads-of-tracks across my nose-from-smack/
noticed i was 'blinded by drugs'..kilin my self the only way to make my throes-extract