Letra de Twenty (Explicit Album Version)
(Got-damn!) What you smokin' on nigga? The twenty What kinda rims you ridin' on? The twenty Light up the glass bong I'd like to pass along a little story I call it The twenty You know a dub sack I know you like it what you talkin' bout I know you got one in your house Somewhere prolly in your sock Yo is it skunk or is it choc Wait, before you roll it homey stop Did you ever think about how did it get into the cellophane bag from the hand of the dreadlock man up on Nostrand Avenue slid him a Twenty Wait up selector Start it up again hey yo yo In the Caribbean imagine you some ganja Growin' in the sun here come the marijuana farmer Chop you right, chop you right, chop you right down Turn you upside down and hang you 'til you're brown Packed tight, midnight, they ship it to the coast Some take the plane, but you, you on the boat Right beside the money which is right beside the coke Passin' by the coast guard, right under they nose To the U.S. Hey! Where anyone can get me M.I.A. All the way to New York City You a twenty now Get lifted now Let me hear it now Herbs for me wine and honey for me strong drink Nah sniff no coke take that and you can't cope nor think straight Them lose faith, after one taste Them get misplaced But hold it why them so backward Make them a fight down the herb Got a that they see no a dread But none of that them prefer Gimme the green thing Cause a it me prefer Anything else totally absurd (yes mon) What you smokin' on nigga? The twenty What kinda rims you ridin' on? The twenty