Twist It, Hit It, Light It - DJ Paul

Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed

Twist it, hit it, light it

Twist it, hit it, light it

That’s the, that’s the

Days I still may, I’m chiefin' hay, I’m still feelin' good

Dodgin' all you freak beasts, see me later alligators up to no good

Watch my head swell, watch me choke, I can’t take this dope

I’m blinder than a mothafucka, can’t see through this cloudy smoke

Paul and Crunchy Black brought a sizzack, got that hay for days

Lil Fly in a daze, Skinny, Scarecrow got some Mary J

Feelin' kinda nice, cigarette spice twice as nice as ice

I’m high as a eagle with no wings, full of ghetto hype

Lil Buck-ah I’m so stuck-ah, what the fuck-ah you put in this blunt?

Porterville, Olive Garden (?) got some (?) ass skunk

Chillin' in my chronic zone, I’m blinked to the fuckin' bone

Sack after sack plus a yac, now it’s on John

Kick back like a mack, that’s a fact, take a chill pill

Not no baby face but you know Gangsta got some dick-appeal

Twist it, hit it, light it;

that’s the way that shit’s supposed to go

Inhale real quick, now hold it, watch my nigga Skinny flow

Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed

Twist it, hit it, light it

Twist it, hit it, light it

That’s the, that’s the

Smokin' dope, coughin' smoke with my nigga Gangsta Blac

Lil Gin got another sack (Lil Buck roll up somethin' fat!)

As we chief, sleep — woke, flamin' doobies in a five-one-oh

Similar to the gun through my nose

So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit

White boy Ricky keep that shit

So we choked up every night and day

Liquor store bound for the bumpin' face

Rent-a-room full of G’s, get 'em real high and take they cheese

That’ll work, I’m on up here on saturn while they down in earth

Smokin' babbage just like smokin' horse shit my nig

(We rollin' the swisher sweet fat as my dick

And you niggas guaranteed to get high off that shit!)

Blow a junt, let’s get drunk, cause we crunk off that skunk

Funk, blunt, head rush (whatever y’all do, don’t flirt on my crush)

(Get buck, get buck, get buck)

At the club we makin' hoes scream while them niggas shout

First we get hyped up mane, then we turn that bitch out

Bumpin' face got me fallin' on my face, playa

When it enter my body, don’t stop, I’m finna:

Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed

Twist it, hit it, light it

Twist it, hit it, light it

That’s the, that’s the