Hay lyrics

Song information

Artist: Crucial Conflict
Album: The Final Tic

Lyrics

Sittin on a quarter 'p of hay
Thangs is feelin good today
I'm tore up,from the floor up
Sippin on some crown royal
Trippin,in a circle of wood
Where everybody smoke they own bud
Good ole' hay
How you feel today?
Fine,blowed and dandy
Silly like I'm hype off candy
Gotta big,thick chic named sandy
In the farm in the middle of the barn
Where everybody's feelin crazy
I went to visit granny's house
Now I see why don't nobody leave
We constantly,constantly,constantly smokin b's
Too blitzed to even shake it off
But I still got my head up
Coldhard finna go in the back of the barn
And get my big black peter sucked
Pass the hay you silly slut
Blaze it up so I can hit that bud
Git me zoned and I'll be on
Cuz I love to smoke upon hay

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Smokin on
Haaayy in the middle of the barn
Smokin on
Haaayy in the middle of the barn

The hay got me goin through a stage
And I just can't get enough
Smokin everyday
I got some hay
And you know I'm finna roll it up
Make a cloud
I'm gonna take my mind away from all the
Bullcrap
Bump my sounds
Lay back and roll
Mack to the freaks that's on the road
Sometimes I wonder
When I was blowed on the streets
Anybody wanna step to me
I'ma see how rough they be
In this session,manifesting
On myp's and q's
Never snooze cause I refuse
Inhale,exhale the smell
Smokin hay all by myself
Wildstle,laughin loud
Wit my homies by my side
If somethin jump off let it ride
On my square when time is live
Everybody throw it up
Go to the barn and get some hay
When I get my choke on
Fool you know I'm smokin on.....

Hay now hay
We smokin up hay in the middle of the barn
And I'm lit up
Can't get up
My eyes are red
And my head is spinnin
Took another pull
Ridin red bull
Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin
Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids
And we bout to get in em
Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at
And everything funny
Gotta pause some nigga tryin' to blow my high
Smokin all that hay with no money
Now truly this bitch wanna do me
So I hit the 151bacardi
She high like the sun
Thick like cornbread,and I'm ready to party
That hay got me so gotdamn horny
But I really don't like that tramp
The only reason I'm poppin that coochie
Cause the hoe had a book of foodstamps
And I got the munchies
I need soul food
Collard greens or pinto beans
If you smoke hay like the conflict do
Then you know what the hell I mean

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Rollin down the block
Car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up out dat dorr crack
Got my niggas in the barn smokin on that
Hay stack
Back up on the scene from smokin herb
I creeped up on the wall and all I heard
Was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in
The hay
With a funky dime word
Couldn't be myself
Couldn't smoke wit nobody else
If I didn't pass it to the left
Nigga would have lost my breath
Open up the window 'fore I fall and faint
But I can't
Cause I roll around in dat barn ride
Rollin up the hootie hoo
Roughest skin roller on dat west side
Nigga come on in
I got some hay
Won't you close dat barn door
Nigga what you let them flies out for?
Ain't nobody to rich, we poor
Lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn
The flies keep us chokin
Thank you jesus christ
For all the hay you're givin us
Cause we'll keep on smokin'

(Chorus)