Fat Blunt Caper (feat. Da Rymeskeme)

[Chorus] Preferably the sensamilla spliff and smoke the first one (repeat 3) I drink twenty 40's and smoke forty blunts (repeat 2) [verse 1] I give praise to the ganja smokers spliff with the dreads Mr. Tone gets stoned and they label me a pot head Because I come again and many clouds of smoke The cloud nine shit and a brand new joint The fat blunt caper so hand me the paper Niggas on the dick so I guess they cause a vapor I turn up the switch deliver the pitch And I could give a damn about a low life BITCH I be scoopin and a scrapin and a twistin and a rollin My days fucked up cause my blunt got stolen Now somebody got me for my twenty sack Well lick here punk I want my endo back I'm searchin through the crib chewin on a rib And I can't find my blunt and this shits kinda sticky Don't give me no bama cause I'm cool on a dooky And I gots ta get paid like that Brooklyn nigga Mooky Now I'm hangin on the block with my nigga find that nappy Now that tray found a blunt don't worry be happy I'm a rhymin ass nigga and my homies call me chocolate And when I hit the skins all the hoes call me pappy I'm the Soopa so watch me kick it The Soopa Doopa come down wicked (repeat) [verse 2] Yo its the fat blunt caper its a pot heads dream Then I pass the mic to my nigga Rhyme scheme So fuck the brain shit swista spliffed up zig zag brain hits The greener the grass grows the toffer smoke fills ill skills Ruffin up the ripper blunts plus go fronts steps childster We kid a little up lift loosely slip lift in your limelight Swingin is the dicka tempa head rush Swimmin in the mechanism chemicalhempism Asses on your ceiling I'm burning your philly blunt Straight with my first verse perverse what's worse A pocket full of cash or red hash quick stash deliver Fat blunt caper but yo its dope but never doper then humble Who's the nigga that's runnin this you figure Its a schemer hittin endo hoes that might seva Roll up a fat one pass one but bigga then the last one Pass out punk get the futon [Chorus] Its the Fat Blunt Caper yo, The Soopa Doopa The Rhyme Scheme and the Rosta red eye I'm about to break it down let you know What happens to a young player With a little bit of money a little bit of fame And a whole lot of dick you know what I'm sayin We got to protect ourselves in the nine tray These hoes out to get us everyday And they rollin deep so don't sleep [verse 3] Well I'm high off the dank and drunk off the drank So I'm checkin bank roll fuckin with a stank ho Hey yo bitch can I pop that coochie Don't front cause I know your a hoochie And your friend she a looker too Take a look at you its the hooker crew I love your smile but she's got back And baby looks like Janet Jackson This is gonna be a tough selection Cause this bitch looks better then the next one I got a plan and I bet you know well Meet me later on at the hotel Cause you know I got a ganga weed And something that I think your pretty ass might need Later on I know I'm fuckin someone Cause my dicks cocked up like a shotgun Plus I got me a box of condoms I play it safe when I whips it on them Me comes down pump pump Let me fuck let me flex let me sex hittin like a mac truck Baby said that she liked it rough So I hit that pussy till she said she had enough So check it out y'all here's the caper She came back and tried to say that I raped her She got a lawyer and she wants to sue But no baby I'm not going to be able to do I said sike I ain't going out like mike And I don't think that its funny When your fuckin with my money Yeah so that's when I had to flip the caper Cause the horny man video taped her And the Judge couldn't say a thing Cause she was riddin on my dick like a porno queen So this is going to that crocked bitch You can suck my dick while I light my spliff [Chorus]