Back Yard Blazin (feat. J. Rolla, L O Gic & Nautalis)

Mashin in my low low

Hundred spokes exposed

Beating down your block

Got the sounds for ya hoes

Tryin to live my life flawless

On a mission to get on top

Pauly-P in this game

Never stop until I drop

Flippin these tracks just like a maniac

A studio fein

My dogs up in the back yard choking on the green

Passin it up it ain't me but you know its all right

Cuz I got the twisted lyrics and the beats that bump tight

Givin props to the lord

Cuz he's always there for me

And if I die and reach them gates

I got your back g

But until then and continue with my life and follow my dreams

And stack this paper in the spirit keeping my mind clean

With a wall up against my back

Got me thinking about these facts

How we come so tight back yard blazin on the track

Doin what I got to do to keep this game tight

My boys be blowing sticky ickys every dam night

Back yard blazin

Man we straight smokin

Back yard blazing

Man you know that weed be chokin

Back yard blazin

Lyricist lounge

Back yard blazin

Man we puttin it down

Back yard blazin

Man we straight smokin

Back yard blazin

You know that weed be chokin

Back yard blazin

Lyricist lounge

Back yard blazin

Ya we puttin it down

Yo hit the strip

With nothing but a J to my lip

Don't trip

Never caught slippin

When Im spittin to these bitches

On the side of the road

Im about to explode

Like a mother fuckin bomb settin of alarms

Gettin bitches sprung with my charm

Im tryin to stack and grip and multiply my paper like a super star

Dope house cash up in my pocket and a couple of cars

Got high dreams for the future if I make it that far

But until then

Im going to continue to spit to bitches slang and puttin in work

Jockin off my money while I be tryin to get up there skirt

It might hurt when you be sitting in the back seat and the shit be bumpin

Up in your lungs vibratin making you want to choke on somethin

Like the chronic what we be smokin on choking on

In the back yard high as fuck spitting flows like I'm having to come on hard

But you still be fearin when you see me rollin on the boulevard

J Rolla, Pauly-P, and Logic and Nautalis smokin bomb

And fuckin with the beats we gettin started

Back yard blazin

Man we straight smokin

Back yard blazing

You know that weed be chokin

Back yard blazin

Lyricist lounge

Back yard blazin

Man we puttin it down

Back yard blazin

Man we straight smokin

Back yard blazin

You know that weed be chokin

Back yard blazin

Lyricist lounge

Back yard blazin

Ya we puttin it down

Cold mashin

On a mission for my grits

Recompin like a motha fucka

Man you on my hit list

You best believe you can't hide shit up my sleeve

Rough and rugged down low so smokin these trees

Time to get your groove right and drink all night

Sipping Long Islands with a fine hina whose smilin

Its my number you dialin for that late night hit

1 800 L O Gic for some triple X shit

Freaky deaky long black hair with big hips

Height 5 6 with big ass lips for sucking dick be the shit

Dream like state might castrate

Mobbin with Pauly-P, J Rolla and Nate

Collaborate to make fat tracks yo back yard blaze

Chronic got me smoked out choked for days

Down low mother fucka represent gettin paid

Yo Californias the state dog the home of the yay

Back yard blazin

Man we straight smokin

Back yard blazing

You know that weed be chokin

Back yard blazin

Lyricist lounge

Back yard blazin

Ya we puttin it down

Back yard blazin

Man we straight smokin

Back yard blazin

You know that weed be chokin

Back yard blazin

Lyricist lounge

Back yard blazin

Ya we puttin it down

Back yard blazing

That's my duty

Scopin the streets for some big old booty

Freaks in them jeeps so the cowards can see

That there speakers blasting

Element ent DH to the P J Rolla to the L O G I to the C SRC California livin

One love driven I love a bitch that knows that she's a bitch

Don't think they play give head all day

I know it for a fact you ignorant bastards never see that

You posted on the wall try to be that mack

But they don't want the drama They love smokin marijuana

Foggin up the windows in my car like a sauna

She was like dam that's some ganja

Dropped her off crept on lookin for the new madonna

Hooked up with the folks said the party's jumpin

This back yard blazing lifestyle be somethin

Back yard blazin

Man we straight smokin

Back yard blazing

You know that weed be chokin

Back yard blazin

Lyricist lounge

Back yard blazin

Man we puttin it down

Back yard blazin

Man we straight smokin

Back yard blazin

Ya we be chokin

Back yard blazin

Lyricist lounge

Back yard blazin

Man we puttin it down

Back yard blazin

Ya man we straight smokin

Back yard blazing

Ya man you know that weed be chokin

Back yard blazin

Lyricist lounge

Back yard blazin

Puttin it down

Back yard blazin

Man we straight smokin

Back yard blazin

You know that weed be chokin