Phillies lyrics

by

Redman


[Hook: Yukmouth]
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)

[Yukmouth]
Surpress the brown b*tch up in the Crown Vic's
Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it
Gets around it while n*ggas quit (woah!)
This b*tch look better than Whitney, lick her titties
Cause n*ggas say the pus*y be the stick-icky
One puff'll turn your brain cells to dust
Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness
Suck her up, but there's a million b*tches just like her
Even dykes try to f*ck her in the cypher with the lighter
Puttin' the di*k on the ass an', everybody cashin, blackin
Latino motherf*ckers know they be mashin
n*gga like whas' happenin'?
You can keep them sassy the di*key used to
Nicky Bone to top to dump the hash in
My partners they be askin' Mr. Y-U-K
Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin'?
With a hundred gun and a hundred clip
To the sto', they get phillies
To we get blunted as we wanna get
[Hook]

[Poppa L.Q.]
I takes my gat with a phillie I don't need no quote
Now boss player this is how I like to blow my smoke
I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back
Of a building, top player, makin' a little bits with a cup up of spit
It makes me sick and upset when it's spit and silly
Whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet
It doesn't matter, rich or po', I couldn't care less bro
It makes me not wanna let the motherf*cker smoke no more
I shake the bud mary-tramps
The one that tried to suck the weed up the fifth
Without givin' up no c*cker food stamps
I know they want it, but smokin' for free, I don't condone it
Don't put your crusty lips on it if you ain't got no chips on it
I spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out here
And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here
You're doin' too much standing in the cypher wit'cha
Lighter, tryin' to flick your big
If you ain't got no skits, you can't get sh*t

[Hook]

[The Luniz & Poppa L.Q.]
How many blunts do you blow on the daily
Many money I blow many, many, many
I smoke plenty (well, won't your black ass quit being stingy)
I'm not greedy (well, where's that weed fiend?)
(You better quit smokin' those beadys in my fo' hun)
(Blow one for the po-one)
(n*gga, don't you owe one?) (Act like ya know one)
No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs
(f*ck the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the blunt)
But no fund, no gas money
(Well, even if a dummy has money)
(There'll be a dumber dummy to spend his last money)
My blunt is my keeper like cash money
Flash money, stash money, the last money was considered
Bombs, stick, green grass money
Roll, but next time, I'mma put a little to the side (hash money)
[Yukmouth]
Hey n*gga I started smellin' weed and hella weed
Then I started sellin' weed
b*tch be tellin' me, they wanna smoke
To catch Mozik than a spellin' bee
Cause I smoke they ass under the table
The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie

[Poppa L.Q.]
I got that feelin' again, let's smoke that acrylin'
Again, I said you willin' again, then we can walk the Poppa-ceiling again
I storms in like a mighty blast of wind
Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an' (Aaahhh!) (*Cough*)

(High powered sh*t, tell that n*gga down the road to roll the sh*t up man)
(Man y'all n*ggas need to quit this sh*t)
(n*gga, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this sh*t)
(Man, you already know do')

[Numskull]
f*ck around and smoke the sprayed up
n*gga be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up
Smellin' like ass hemp's and grine, c*cky mouth
Chap lips, f*ckin' off all the poo-nanny
If y'all gonna smoke I'll be the designated weed roller
Call me Numboy, the motherf*ckin' seed roller
But you gotta crack the window though
Cause me and the lads like Whoopi Goldberg in centerfolds
Drink-a-lot never like to think-a-lot
n*gga I don't smoke no more cause I don't like the stank-a-lot
n*gga I'm drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too n*gga
f*ck, how you gonna say that sh*t n*gga if you be smokin' cigarettes (f*ck y'all)
And me n*gga, (I wanna get blunted my brother)
You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a n*gga
f*ck you n*gga, sh*tty ass n*ggas (f*ck you n*gga)
Smell like straight dookie (*echoes*)
(*Laughter till fade*)
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