PSA Drugfest 2003 (Sleeveless Minks)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] This town ain't the right size for you and I Six million ways to fly, who's tryna die? The moon got a dark side, I know a guy Who mix up a spliff like witches with newt eye Cocktails unlike the Tom Cruise kind Inhale, choke up like a high noose tied I'm too down, like the blue towel Alice the white rabbit and a white owl, ow Couple hits'll put your lights out, ciao Some white boys bringing the pipes out, wow Spark L's like dude, gettin' the Dell For what they sell in the tubes, many sit in a cell Cottonmouth, moving like Rochelle Farrell Hit the harvest with clippers like Sam Cassell Word to Dewey Cox, you won't get hooked, ahk Laced or dip, that shit turn your eyes Fetty Wap When that shit got lame, we spiced up the game Brought out the blades and lined up cocaine Prefer it off white, but albinos, okay To balance out the jump, we rolled it up Js Honey had the stylish chain with the scoop Four troop packed in the stall like the coupe Spontaneous interludes in the nude like Luke Musta been the X that made them look cute No peer pressure, this campaign's grassroots Squad members hailin' from the top to the bottom [Chorus] From coast to coast, toast Gamora and Sodom We dyin' to die with more problems Smoke 'em if you got 'em, sip 'em if you got 'em Pop 'em if you got 'em, snort 'em if you got 'em Shoot 'em if you got 'em, eat 'em if you got 'em Drop 'em if you got 'em, take 'em if you got 'em Chew 'em if you got 'em, fuck 'em if you got 'em Roll 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em Sip 'em if you got 'em, pop 'em if you got 'em Smoke 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em Smoke 'em if you got 'em [Verse 2] Farmin' the fungus like Mario the plumber You can smell the cocktail off the sweat from the summer Double the ration, last trip was a bummer Had to hit the new connect, my Bae Bro had the number You know the steez, some Gs hit pharmacies Alchemy initially prescribed for they knees Over the border or order from over seas Or cop it off the corner, know a family down the street I support local business Plus the head, stay grass fed 'Til the eyes go blood red Who dat grew this shiznit? That shavelli had my wig split, O-M-Jesus When we out of town, hit the legal with the visa Know a bunch of stoners down to roll up 'til you seizure [Chorus] From coast to coast, toast Gamora and Sodom We dyin' to die with more problems Smoke 'em if you got 'em, sip 'em if you got 'em Pop 'em if you got 'em, snort 'em if you got 'em Shoot 'em if you got 'em, eat 'em if you got 'em Drop 'em if you got 'em, take 'em if you got 'em Chew 'em if you got 'em, fuck 'em if you got 'em Roll 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em Sip 'em if you got 'em, pop 'em if you got 'em Smoke 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em Smoke 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em Smoke 'em if you got 'em