Twenty

Lyrics

[Chorus] What you smokin' on, nigga? A twenty! What kinda rims you ridin' on? Twenty! [Verse 1: M-1, sample] Light up the glass bong, I'd like to pass along A lil' story, I call it – A twenty! You know, a dub sack, I know you like "what you talkin' 'bout?!" I know you got one in your house somewhere, prolly in your sock Yo, is it Skunk, or is it Choc? Wait – before you roll it, homie, stop Did you ever think about how did it get into the cellophane bag From the hand of the dreadlocked man? Up on Nostrand Avenue avenue, slid him a – A twenty! Wheel up, selecta – start at the beginning... Yo, in the Carribean, imagine you some ganja Growin' in the sun, here come the marijuana farmеr Chop ya right, chop ya right, chop ya right down Turn ya upside down, and hang ya 'til you're brown Packed tight, midnight, thеy ship you to the coast Some take the plane – but you? You on the boat Right beside the money, which is right beside the coke Passing by the Coast Guard, right under they nose To the U.S.–heyyy, where anyone can get me M-I-A, all the way to New York City You a twenty now Get lifted now A twenty! Let me hit it now [Verse 2: uncredited reggae/dancehall singer] Herbs for mi wine and enough in mi strong drink Not acid nor coke, take that and ya can't cope Nah ting straight, dem lose faith After one taste, them get misplaced But all day, dem so backward Make dem a fight down di herb That dem say no fair, an' dem know not dem prefer Gimme di green ting, 'cause I hit and mi prepare Any ting else – totally absurd! [Chorus] What you smokin' on, nigga? A twenty! What kinda rims you ridin' on? Twenty! What you smokin' on, nigga? A twenty! What kinda rims you ridin' on? Twenty!