Stressin’ lyrics

by

Too $hort


[Intro: E-40 & Too $hort]
It's a reason why we blow reefer
Smoke big cheeba
(It's grass from the earth)
It's a stress reliever (Stress)
Sometimes, breh... (What's up?)
I gotta smoke to get stress up off my mind
(Me too, n*gga)
Talk to 'em, $hort (Fa sho)
Tell 'em how you feel, breh
For real

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
It feels like a wasted day, if I don't learn nothin'
That's why every day, I gotta burn somethin'
I keep my mind right, all night long
I'm smokin' early in the morning while I'm writing songs
(Smokin' to get that stress off mind mind)
Stressin'…what's up, Earl?

[Verse 2: E-40]
UH! Comin' out the door from the gate (From the gate)
Why these punk n*ggas wanna hate? (Wanna hate)
'Cause a n*gga too real, not fake (Not fake)
No handcuffs, no capes (No capes)
b*tchmade female traits (Traits), in the wind (Wind)
Pickin' my folks up from the pen (Pen)
Up under share, he did ten (Ten)
Refused to tell, made man (Made man)
Alligator skin, crocodile (Crocodile)
Hard as nails, not fragile (Not fragile)
Possession to sale, push pow-wow (Pow-wow)
Rep Vallejo OG style (OG style)
(I be drinkin', smokin' all the time)
Tell it like it is (Is), SIG Sauer SIG, tuck it (Tuck it)
Livin' in the Bay with the crabs in the bucket (Bucket)
(I don't know why you smoke just like we do)
Roll the kush, Blue Dream (Dream)
Sippin' on this Heem (Heem)
Me and my whole team (Team)
Eatin' like we kings (Kings)
Posted with the thump, dumpin' (Dumpin')
BLAOW-BLAOW-BLAOW, drummin' (Drummin')
BLOOM-BLOOM-BLOOM, gunnin' (Gunnin')
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM, runnin' (Runnin')
Haul ass when I blast
(Smokin' to get that stress off my mind)
On my way to the sto', sold a bag of the blow
Triple-doubled my dough, took a hit of the dro
And I was good to go (BIATCH!)
[Verse 3: Too $hort]
What's up with Earl and Todd? You seen them n*ggas yet?
We smoke a lot but we don't ever smoke cigarettes
We just smoke the best, if you ain't noticed it
We up north, down south, West Coast, b*tch!

[Verse 4: E-40]
I'm from the V (V), Black, white, Asians
Speakin' of Asians, my eyes tight like Asians
Blazin' (Blazin'), smokin' on Cajun, kush
Chop some weed in a bush
(Smokin' to get that stress of my mind)
Lit (Lit), ready to empty that clip (Clip)
Right to head what I hit (BLAOW)
(I don't know why they try to play me false)
I'm a f*ckin' boss (Boss), I'll cut your head off (Off)
All I gotta do is cough (Cough)
Fly your head like golf (Golf, biatch) (BIATCH!)

[Verse 5: Too $hort, E-40]
Ask me what we smokin', it smells so potent
That West Coast weed, California by the ocean
(Smokin' to get that stress off my mind)
It's always open
I got it from the weed store in Downtown Oakland
At the Purple Heart Patient Center
n*ggas stand in line and can't wait to enter
I'm tryna get high, can't be late for dinner
So I'm stressin', when I smoke, you call me Satan sinner
I'm just askin'
What's wrong with plants? (Nothin')
You need to stop
'Cause if it grows from earth, it was made by God (That's real)
(Smokin' to get that stress off my mind)
Smokin'
[Verse 6: E-40]
Posted on Cloud 20 (20), all grass, no grimmy (Grimmy)
Purple Haze like Jimi (Jimi)
Hella blazed, 420 (20)
Finger on my mini (Mini)
Fat blunts, not skinny (Skinny)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, like Lenny (Lenny)
Williams, blowin' on a Tower of Power (Power)
Diesel sour, not powder (Powder)
Up, up, and I'm outter (Outter)
Got connect like a router (Router)
Been high for like eight hours (Hours)
(Smokin' to get that stress of my mind)
On my way to the sto', sold a bag of the blow
Triple-doubled my dough, took a hit of the dro
And I was good to go (BIATCH!)
(I don't know why we smoke just like we do)

[Outro: Too $hort]
What is this sh*t you smokin'?
Whatever you smokin', I need some of that, mayne
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