crumbled down. Get onto the dancefloor. Vibe was getting sick. And boom, boom, boom. Pumpin' bass with every kick. Oh, wasted. Oh, I'm feeling wasted. Kinda lame and hazed. What did I do last night?. Wasted
elevators and escalators my old bitches in discounts. Hs87, you been hazed since '87. Bustin' moves with my collective. And I ain't got no reception. For no nigga talkin' dumb. That's on my mommas
. I swing Purple Hazed pendulum. Hypnotizing the part of I that never dies Look into my eyes are the windows of the soul. It's fried chicken collies and cornbread. It's corn milk flour sour cream
we done, we send her home for you to keep. You want beef? Punk faggot, we got stupid heat. Aiyoo, you actin' like you gonna die over pussy. I ain't gonna front, I was hazed up, high in the pussy Yo
