Woodie Follow

Tonight we blaze,
Drop fade on the dank in the bay all day, maintain,
Maryjane keep fazing the haze,
Hit the jay always, i stay on swade,got no shame,
And i wont change,cuz you cant tame game,
Plus we hang in a place where things are strange,
Your brains get blown from a pistol,place that scrill allday
Hit the hill parlay, tolerate no punks or cowards,
You hangin around us better be down with us,
There aint no insults jack on impulse,
Drama happens but imma savage,
Those scandalous pos tryin to do damage,
Im chokin on rope in a cloud of smoke
But before you know it i vansish,
And my eyes still slanted grabbin the 40
Posted wit my homies, smoke wit it closely,
Watchin you phonys act like you know me,
But still stayin one step ahead of the police,
Slowly aproach we dont stand too close,
Not even beside me and neva behind me,
Too many robberies got me all paranoid
Cockin my mettle toy,
Like a hoe watch me point,
Clear my voice and grip my groin,
Twist some moist to gettin bizzy
Remmeding your homeboys wit my homeboys,
When bustas make a choice,to avoid the game get strange,
Pull up the snatch and hit the gas pass round the joint,
Im passed the point of redemption,
Reject the stress
And slice the vega with a razor and blaze the veda,
Sheke em fifty with my down and filthy native behavoir,
We puts it down in the town where im from,
Nothin but a g thang in the east maine,
Smokin dank up in the golden state,
Tryin to get paid, watchin the bitchmade pimp,
They still stay in the midst of drama
Ridaz creep like spidaz,
On the late nighta but we fightas,
Timeless ridaz survivers,light the rope pop it at some hoes
Can get exposed before those panties duurrroppp
Its the same one goes down
We blow our clouds in the town of antioch

[chorus: x2]
Dont be afraid of the way you feel
Blaze up the jay and take a hit of that kill
Dont be afraid of the way you feel
Its the bomb

Its like mando that i get lit
That icky is my favorite
Gotta a cravin can i shake it
Shes beggin me to take it
Supposed to lift with caution
That killa gots me coughin
Eyelids droppin but i aint stoppin
Until them ballas start recoppin
And im often gone off that rope
And i hope that this danks smoke
Will get me lifted, results of my addiction
Im hitting baby crazy,
Something like daily, and lately ive been feenin
For her love so i spend dubs to fill my lungs
Inhale and exhale, indo flows when we
Blow hydroponics, havin none smokers astonished
Gone off 50 sacs get polished,im hella sauced
Tossed off that greenery,with dank clouds in my scenery they seem
To be completin me,
And i got these bomb sacs,
Givin in some dental contact, to all them
Suckers that dont smoke and dont know how to react,
But dont be afraid, when mj got your thoughts delayed
Its just that triple a grade,that steady fuckin wit your brain,
I got my flame to my savior, wrapped up in a vega
Cuz i love how she tell this to my kickback behavior,
And i cant stop, wont stop, i smoke pot til my casket drops,
Her love is steady callin
So i gotta drop a 10 spot yea

[chorus x2]

Woodies caught off that oe those who kno me
Kno i dont smoke weed but them greenbud smokin homies
Keep on forcin the dank up on me,
Whats a soldier to do?
Peer pressure has got me in a predicament
There tellin me to hit that shit
Tellin me that its the sticky shit
Im thinkin damn, its only herb im already perked
Ill take one hit, thats it then quit,
But thats bullshit, they get me smokin the whole spliff
So low d, who i be w-doubl o-die,off that old e.
Daily and nightly barely hittin on:that tall-e, so if you happen
To find me high endin up wit my homeboys,
Better shake that spot and get off that block
That got me paranoid, grippin a pistol under my jersey
Trigger finger ready to yank
Got me talkin twice to a mobile
Like my homeboy lil nate bates
And now i feel like mobbin
55 degrees out with that top down
In a lark parking thru the yoc town
With the heater on, whos a hog now?
That indo got me hella high
Smobbin gazin at the sky
Thinkin back on jr high
Me and blackbird side by side
Wishin he was in the ride
That bomb that got me teary eyed
That bomb that makin me snap sometimes
When i grab my strap prepare to die
When ever i smoke my thoughts get filled
But most of all Wood wants to chill
So when you take a hit of the kill
Dont be afraid of the way u feel