Sean Price - Spliff-n-Wessun Lyrics
[Featuring: Rustee Juxx][Sean Price]It go stop with the bullshitPlaying game niggaz, hopskotch when the tool clickDon't make me pop yaYa black eye and blue, *****, Frank SinatraYou see SP, you'll be thinking rastaThink it's peace & love, but I think to drop yaThink gangsta rappers, got ya thinking mobsterIt's a fact, you're and act, or, think you Oscar's, noThat's when I slap this jerkTell your Jesus piece, send him back to Catholic churchNiggaz actin' like my mother*****in' gat don't workTil you hit and then collapse in the dirt, I'm screamin' that you hurtMother*****in' right, that shit hurtNiggaz play tackle football with a plastic Nerf*****es with dreadlocks and drinks in the backSuck dick, plus we make biscuits from scratch[Rustee Juxx]Niggaz dial 9-11I told the Smif Wess, one nine, one-oneForty five's and P2 29'sStoryline, it begins once upon a crimeRustee Juxx in the gutter like stash crackAny block, any *****, I'ma smash thatAiyo, ***** force 1's, rip stone in they goretexBlaze up, fools you walk me through a vortexSize 3, Brooklyn playalisticMossberg, music, duke don't get it twisted[Sean Price]Aiyo I shine (you shine)In this day of time (we pop off ya head with the nine)Nah (we not soft, go head with the liesDuke you a knockoff, ya plans and designs isOff the table, I'm dead broke, nigga, they cuttin' off my cable[Rustee Juxx]The criminal of the year, yea I'm back to robSo take ya shine off when you see me on the jobDo to the mac, I'm strapped, ready to clapReact, stop runnin' ya yap, and runnin' ya stackSure carryin' top and blue gemsFlash you in ya Benz, for stoppin' gold rimsPumpin' on the block, through rocks that glow stimAnd I'm rollin' on 10, the size of my Timbs[Sean Price]Let me get a turkey sandwich and a bottle of juice pleaseA dollar change left, ***** it, give me two loosiesWe ain't got no trackThree songs, one session, it's a kind ol' rap[Rustee Juxx]Still rip a nigga ass, raw rap on the redCatch me in the weed spot, triggin' on the dredSee me in the flesh, real liftin' ya chainOnly feel is the flame, fifth in ya frameIn the cut wit ya *****, feelin' up on her butt and her titsYou wanna ***** but she can start suckin' his dickI got a click that move more crowds than Eric B.With a shotgun, air ho tech, and desert eag's
