SourDeezal ft. Ready Roc (исполнитель: Redman)
Gilla House Let’s go I smoke purp to the hay Smoke hays to the cheese Smoke cheese to the cush Smoke cush to the sour deezal And I ain’t feeling anything When I roll a bomb Alright, alright (yes sir) It’s Gilla House Rolling up the [bad word] Jack Carell raw in the blood Redman, my code name Cheech Hash burns all in my car seats I was a baby boy like Terese Gettin’ a LB4, rock the bells release Mr. Bring, yea, that’s me Got the knockout thud du Mohammad Ali Young survive Marty when I speak Popo, I had the but in the briefs The highest of higher, you boys all buy ‘er Smokin’ with me is like tryna Get Him To The Greek 4-20, I light up the keith I’m a wiz at getting the cover seat in this driss Bill Clinton said he hit weed in his speech I smoke sour every day of the week, [bad word] Preach! I smoke purp to the hay Smoke hays to the cheese Smoke cheese to the cush Smoke cush to the sour deezal And I ain’t feeling anything When I roll a bomb Alright, alright It’s Gilla House Let’s go Smoke with you Ok The fire Gilla House in the [bad word] smoke with me with me Brick City Let’s go get higher This bomb is so official Now breathe it in All in your system Gilla House Blunt sour cush, cheese and purple sour deezal I call that smoking reefa I keep weed in my system And [bad word] be told, I get high to Blake Griffin And just imagine what I’m sippin’ To drink this you’re gonna need a prescription So it better be high grade if you’re sellin’ me And never start no cipher without tellin’ me Cup empty, I need a refill Sign is chased this pill I hit my dealer at 3 AM I wonder if he got hash still This Gilla House what I’m reppin’ I stay high, get fly, I’m a Jetson Now I’m on my high horse like a wespen And I never leave the house without protection That something that the pastor can’t preach But that something that a jail could teach To get high we put our money on weed And we probly spend it all cuz the sour ain’t cheap Chiefer I smoke purp to the hay Smoke hays to the cheese Smoke cheese to the cush Smoke cush to the sour deezal And I ain’t feeling anything When I roll a bomb Alright, alright It’s Gilla House It’s Gilla House It’s Gilla House