[Hook 3x] The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow
[Lil Jo] The dro, the 'purp, the 'r'nge (orange), get gush The bad, no haps, no where to keep it hashed A joint or two will do you niggas smoke a blunt of this If you wanna smoke with me, don't bring no bullshit The blue dumpin', white spinners The green nickles, that red Superman Them peach for the five, that white for less Will have them hoes hotter than a box of stolen checks The snow, the white in Miami get crunk When I see 'em in the club, they sniffin' up that stuff Give you one G of white Give me two G of white Give me three G of white A eight ball for the night When you wanna get cha lean on it's nothing but that yellow Or theat 'purp down in Texas, them niggas got whatever One bottle of that moo, galla-gallon of that Henny Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin Like that . . .
[Chorus] 2x The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow
[Gangsta Boo] I got the weed for the low Them pills for the low That blow for the low Young nigga yeen know When I ride I roll high Man and I ain't tellin' no lie When that shit get in my brain I grip the grain and fly by Say dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it cocaine Fuck, hell nah nigga I been on that lean Bouncin' front to back watch me change the lane Niggas be constantly talkin' that shit That shit that I gezzit you bitches can't get The Memphis, The A, the North, the South Is on the grind, we will not quit The under-underground rap smoke out full of green Fuck what you heard bitch Yeah I'm back up on the scene If you wanna get high you should fuck with Gangsta Boo I be turnin niggas out watch how quick I turn you Into a smoked out, loced out, freaky motherfucka On that Ex'd out, passed out While I put another on the . . .
[Chorus]2x
[Lil Bo] I been gettin in that work I got pounds of that work I'm a pimp bitch, fuck you Pull up ya own skirt We don't give a fuck 26's on the truck We gon' tear this bitch up I got Ex, I got weed I got any thing you need When you see me in the streets, just holla at me Bitch swollw at me This ya boy Lil Bo from the E-S-P
[Big Sam] See nigga I smoke everyday, from the lightest of haze I got the shit I pull up with cha mind off in a daze I don't fuck with the blow See I fuck with some hoes That be freaky grabbin' they on Ex outta control I remember back in the day Regals, 8's & Vouges When nigga was riddin the city reappin get to that door Before the Feds hit the town & Try to shut Atlanta down Nigga was slangin' nickles & dimes Quarter keys & pounds of . .
