Twist It, Hit It, Light It

Lyrics

[Chorus: 8Ball & Gangsta Blac] Grab me a–Grab me a–Grab me a–Grab me a–Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed Twist it, hit it, light it, twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that— Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed Twist it, hit it, light it, twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that— Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed Twist it, hit it, light it, twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that— Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed Twist it, hit it, light it, twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that— [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] Days I still may, I'm chiefin' hay, I'm still feelin' good Dodgin' all you freak beasts, see me later alligators, up to no good Watch my head swell, watch me choke, I can't take this dope I'm blinder than a motherfucker, can't see through this cloudy smoke Paul and Crunchy Black brought a sizzack, got that hay for days Lil Fly in a daze, Skinny, Scarecrow got some Mary J Feelin' kinda nice, cigarette spice twice as nice as ice I'm high as a eagle with no wings, full of ghetto hype Lil Buck-ah I'm so stuck-ah, what the fuck-ah you put in this blunt? Porterville, Olive Garden, tweezers, I'm barin' that skunk Chillin' in my chronic zone, I'm blinked to the fuckin' bone Sack after sack plus a yac, now it's on, Jones Kick back like a mack, that's a fact, take a chill pill Not no baby face but you know, Gangsta got some dick-appeal Twist it, hit it, light it, that's the way that shit's supposed to go Inhale real quick, now hold it, watch my nigga Skinny flow [Chorus: 8Ball & Gangsta Blac] Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed Twist it, hit it, light it, twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that— Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed Twist it, hit it, light it, twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that— Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed Twist it, hit it, light it, twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that— Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed Twist it, hit it, light it, twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that— [Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Lil Gin & DJ Paul] Smokin' dope, coughin' smoke with my nigga Gangsta Blac, Lil Gin got another sack (Lil Buck, roll up somethin' fat) As we chief, sleep - woke, flamin' duals to the 5.0 Similar to the gun through my nose So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit White boy Ricky, keep that shit So we choked up every night and day, liquor store bound for the bumpy face Rent-a-room full of G's, get 'em real high and take they cheese That'll work, I'm on up here at Saturn while they down in earth Smokin' babbage, just like smokin' horse shit my nig' (We rollin' the swisher sweet fat as my dick, and you niggas guaranteed, to get high off that shit) Blow a junt, let's get drunk, cause we crunk off that skunk Funk, blunt, head rush (Whatever y'all do, don't burn up my crush) (Get buck, get buck, get buck hey) At the club we makin' hoes scream, while them niggas shout First we get hyped up mane (Ah, mane, fuck this bitch, get out this junt) Then we turn that bitch out Bumpy face got me fallin' on my face, player When it enter my body, don't stop, I'm finna- [Chorus: 8Ball & Gangsta Blac] Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed Twist it, hit it, light it, twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that— Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed Twist it, hit it, light it, twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that— Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed Twist it, hit it, light it, twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that— Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed Twist it, hit it, light it, twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that—