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Big Scoob – Doe Doe Doe (Ft. J Richter, Boogie Man & 1ton)

Big Scoob
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исполнитель Big Scoob

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Doe Doe Doe (Ft. J Richter, Boogie Man & 1ton)
05:16
Doe doe doe Johnny Richter Cottinmouth King Big Scoob That doe doe doe I only mess with the name Strange, like come straight out the labretory Like Cam Dog, Dumptruck, and the Morning Glory I’ll turn the early girl into an early queen Have you feenin for a bag of my G13 It cost big bucks to hit the shit that we smoke What’s the Mac truck run on? Dezle What we need lungs for? It’s for those who don’t know who’s on the flow It’s Johnny Richter, I’ve been down since the pound of my gold I got that doe doe doe, you only keepin the Jordan Weed stink so bad, it smell like a scunk in your car Straight from southern California, where the grass always green Mix the blues, yellows, purples and oranges Know what I mean? My favorites the green Crack, cause it taste so sweet With ear wax, it’s like hash from King’s Candy From panaps to carcrash, yeah I’m back in the best So when I pack it, ain’t no stress See the Crack in your chest I got that Doe doe doe That doe doe doe That doe doe doe I got that doe doe doe That doe doe doe That doe doe doe Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight I got that Purple Haze Got them Kushes, got that Bubba Back in 98 We be pushin many pushers Hard to keep them straight Came from Cali out the vally, you can’t relate Indenisias and Setivas every 60 days With that Lemon I be winnin, keep my thunders blazed Got them moanin, now they want it, call it Lemon cake Drop the hammer with bananas, should’ve seen they face Switched to berrys, see me coughin, then I bring the 8 Not to mention, that I’m mixin up my own strain Mix that Bubba with that K, need to blow your brain Probably call it Choppaholic, boy, I love the name When you light it, it’s ignited like the chopper’s flame Ain’t no faken, ain’t no mistaken, boy, I know the game This really hit like a blow of Caine And I been reading on this strain they call it Alian When I get it, watch me flip it Imma fuck the game Doe doe doe That doe doe doe That doe doe doe I got that doe doe doe That doe doe doe That doe doe doe Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight I got a Cali connection, I’m King Kush That’ll give you niggas blue dreams, smokin like some true feends I could holla at Rello, and get the plug on that LA confedential And show you niggas some true green Buckle up, cause that sour dezle could take you for a long ride That Hog’s Breath will leave you hog tied You need a tester, I’m the ball guide Bad times Boogie got that Moonshine Joonior got that high tied Pure Kush, Hairawanna and the ultimet kill Ultimet high, the best time fuckin with them Some butifull tops, they fluffy like green pillows I’m sorry baby, but I’m cheatin with a white widow She keep me beaned up, an addict for the theme, bruh Double down on Double Dog, give myself a mean rush Boogie hit the same crutch with the same touch Locked in the swisher, but remember, flush the blunt guts Doe doe doe That doe doe doe That doe doe doe I got that doe doe doe That doe doe doe That doe doe doe Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight I’m in county California, a Marijuana mecha The capitol of cronics, say the name and they respect ya Connected with the seeds, gifted with the trees So if you askin me, it’s safe to say that we perfected weed Yes indeed I got a swagger, elergic to the bammer Half my life I been a grower, or dealer, major factor In the game, there’s way too many strains for me to name Best believe before the fame, I made some change from Mari Jane Thousand pound deals, 60 akors in the hills Come snoop around the propperty, get buried in the fields My crew is filled with knuckleheads, who always keep it real Keep a shotgun in the tent, piss hundred dollar bills Got that doe doe if you need some The bro with two green thumbs If you got the chips, I’ll send my bitches on the weed run We flippin bricks and hittin licks, so coppy what my team does My lyrics are legit, so holla at me for the green buz Doe doe doe That doe doe doe That doe doe doe I got that doe doe doe That doe doe doe That doe doe doe Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight
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