Cheech & Chong Songtext
(Clibbo, you're crazy for this one, haha)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
(Uno, I killed it)
Yeah, pullin' up to a nigga block with the Draco
Shoot it to his fuckin' face close so the case closed
Smokin' gas, feel like Cheech & Chong (Cheech)
Yeah, and I'm having racks, boy, I feel just like Big Meech, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
(Uno, I killed it)
Yeah, pullin' up to a nigga block with the Draco
Shoot it to his fuckin' face close so the case closed
Smokin' gas, feel like Cheech & Chong (Cheech)
Yeah, and I'm having racks, boy, I feel just like Big Meech, yeah
Took your ho to church, told that ho to preach
Ain't authorized to search, so it's fuck the police
Yeah, they know I keep the narcotics, bitch, we hard-body
Sawed-off shotty turn you to a port-a-potty
Boy, I thought your mama told you stay up out the streets
He ain't never seen a ghost 'til we wrap him in the sheets
Big Balencis on my feet, we gon' beat him 'til he leak
We roll like tires in the streets, my bitch a vegan but I want beef
Hey, I'm on beans, I can't sleep (Sleep)
Hey, in the cut, your ho gon' cheat (Cheat)
Hey, leave him deceased like he Gleesh (Gleesh)
Hey, got my name tatted on them cheeks (Cheeks)
Hey, thought I told you that the shots get fired
Put some money on his head, need him dead alive
Pistols pop, we don't stay at no shop, yeah
My brand new Rolex in the Chrome Hearts wallet, yeah
Pullin' up to a nigga block with the Draco
Shoot it to his fuckin' face close so the case closed Smokin' gas, feel like Cheech & Chong (Cheech)
Yeah, and I'm having racks, boy, I feel just like Big Meech, yeah
Took your ho to church, told that ho to preach
Ain't authorized to search, so it's fuck the police
Yeah, they know I keep the narcotics, bitch, we hard-body
Sawed-off shotty turn you to a port-a-potty
Ain't authorized to search, so it's fuck the police
Yeah, they know I keep the narcotics, bitch, we hard-body
Sawed-off shotty turn you to a port-a-potty
Boy, I thought your mama told you stay up out the streets
He ain't never seen a ghost 'til we wrap him in the sheets
Big Balencis on my feet, we gon' beat him 'til he leak
We roll like tires in the streets, my bitch a vegan but I want beef
Hey, I'm on beans, I can't sleep (Sleep)
Hey, in the cut, your ho gon' cheat (Cheat)
Hey, leave him deceased like he Gleesh (Gleesh)
Hey, got my name tatted on them cheeks (Cheeks)
Hey, thought I told you that the shots get fired
Put some money on his head, need him dead alive
Pistols pop, we don't stay at no shop, yeah
My brand new Rolex in the Chrome Hearts wallet, yeah
Pullin' up to a nigga block with the Draco
Shoot it to his fuckin' face close so the case closed Smokin' gas, feel like Cheech & Chong (Cheech)
Yeah, and I'm having racks, boy, I feel just like Big Meech, yeah
Took your ho to church, told that ho to preach
Ain't authorized to search, so it's fuck the police
Yeah, they know I keep the narcotics, bitch, we hard-body
Sawed-off shotty turn you to a port-a-potty