Phillies

<br>(Chorus: Yukmouth)<br>P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S<br>We mess with phillies we roll big phillies<br>(I wanna get blunted my brother)<br>P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S<br>We mess with phillies we roll big phillies<br>(I wanna get blunted my brother)<br><br>(Yukmouth)<br>Surpress the brown bitch up in the Crown Vic`s<br>Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it<br>gets around it while niggas quit (woah!)<br>This bitch look better than Whitney, lick her titties<br>Cause niggas say the pussy be the stick-icky<br>One puff`ll turn your brain cells to dust<br>Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness<br>Suck her up, but there`s a million bitches just like her<br>Even dykes try to fuck her in the cypher with the lighter<br>Puttin` the dick on the ass an`, everybody cashin, blackin<br>Latino motherfuckers know they be mashin<br>Nigga like whas` happenin`?<br>You can keep them sassy the dickey used to <br>Nicky Bone to top to dump the hash in<br>My partners they be askin` Mr. Y-U-K <br>Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin`?<br>With a hundred gun and a hundred click<br>to the sto`, they get phillies<br>To we get blunted as we wanna get<br><br>(Chorus: Yukmouth)<br>P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S<br>We mess with phillies we roll big phillies<br>(I wanna get blunted my brother)<br>P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S<br>We mess with phillies we roll big phillies<br>(I wanna get blunted my brother)<br><br>(Poppa L.Q.)<br>I takes my gat with a phillie I don`t need no quote<br>Now boss player this is how I like to blow my smoke<br>I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back<br>of a building, top player, makin` a little bits with a cup up of spit<br>It makes me sick and upset when it`s spit and silly<br>whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet<br>It doesn`t matter, rich or po`, I couldn`t care less bro<br>It mixes when I`m out and let the motherfucker smoke no hoe<br>I shake the bud mary-tramps, the one that tried to shove the weed up the fifth<br>Without givin` up no cocker food stamps<br>I know they want it, but smokin` for free, I don`t condone it <br>Don`t put your crusty lips on it if you ain`t got no chips on it<br>I spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out here<br>And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here<br>You`re doin` too much catin` in the cypher wit`cha <br>lighter, tryin` to flick your big, if you ain`t got no skits, you can`t get hit<br><br>(Chorus: Yukmouth)<br>P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S<br>We mess with phillies we roll big phillies<br>(I wanna get blunted my brother)<br>P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S<br>We mess with phillies we roll big phillies<br>(I wanna get blunted my brother)<br><br>(The Luniz &amp; Poppa L.Q.)<br>How many blunts do you blow on the daily<br>Many money I blow many, many, many<br>I smoke plenty (well, won`t your black ass quit being stingy)<br>I`m not greedy (well, where`s that weed fiend?)<br>(You better quit smokin` those beadys in my fo` hun)<br>(Blow one for the po-one)<br>(Nigga, don`t you owe one?) (Act like ya know one)<br>No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs<br>(Fuck the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs)<br>But no fund, no gas money<br>(Well, even if a dummy has money)<br>(He`ll be a dumber dummy then bin his ass money)<br>My blunt is my keeper like cash money<br>Blast money, stash money, the last money was considered <br>bombs, stick, green grass money<br>Roll, but next time, I`ma put a little to the side (hash money)<br><br>(Yukmouth)<br>Hey nigga I started smellin` weed and hella weed <br>then I started sellin` weed <br>Bitch be tellin` me, they wanna smoke <br>to catch Mozik than a spellin` bee<br>Cause I smoke they ass under the table<br>The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie<br><br>(Poppa L.Q.)<br>I got that feelin` again, let`s smoke that acrylin`<br>again, I said you willin` again, then we can walk the Poppa-ceiling again<br>I storms in like a mighty blast of wind<br>Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an` (Aaahhh!) (*Cough*) <br><br>(High powered shit, tell that nigga down the road to roll the shit up man)<br>(Man y`all niggas need to quit this shit)<br>(Nigga, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this shit)<br>(Man, you already know do`)<br><br>(Numskull)<br>Fuck around and smoke the sprayed up<br>Nigga be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up<br>Smellin` like ass hemp`s and grine, cocky mouth<br>chap lips, fuckin` off all the poo-nanny<br>If y`all gonna smoke I`ll be the designated weed roller<br>Call me Numboy, the motherfuckin` seed roller<br>But you gotta crack the window though<br>Cause me and the lads like Whoopi Goldberg in centerfolds <br>Drink-a-lot never like to think-a-lot<br>Nigga I don`t smoke no more cause I don`t like the stank-a-lot<br><br>Nigga I`m drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too nigga<br>Fuck, how you gonna say that shit nigga if you be smokin` cigarettes (fuck y`all)<br>And me nigga, (I wanna get blunted my brother) <br>You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a nigga<br>fuck you nigga, shitty ass niggas (fuck you nigga)<br>Smell like straight dookie (*echoes*)<br>(*Laughter till fade*)