Esham Lyrics
Esham Lyrics
"True Lyrics"
Driver Lyrics
i'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my head starts me up and stops me and puts me into bed he opens up my mouth when it's time for me to talk fires up my legs when he wants me to walk keeps my eyes open most of the day adds to my
i'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my head starts me up and stops me and puts me into bed he opens up my mouth when it's time for me to talk fires up my legs when he wants me to walk keeps my eyes open most of the day adds to my
Im buzzin, I need some True
Not like the shit that you smoke that you grew
Straight from Jamaica where the green grass grow
Cop me some Tops and Im ready to go
Roll me a big fat bat of the true up
Hide my bag while I call the crew up
Blaze my J and take a strong toke
Then (coughs) choke off the true smoke
But aint no thang, Im game to take another puff
And as I smoke I say damn thats some good stuff
I can roll a J in 3 seconds flat
At a baseball game I be blazin a bat
Facing Hell Lyrics
You made promise of protection To a future after life To the final resurrection And to eternal paradise But then I'm blinded with temptation And to every mortal sin Is it God that sits there waiting? Or will the darkness suck m
You made promise of protection To a future after life To the final resurrection And to eternal paradise But then I'm blinded with temptation And to every mortal sin Is it God that sits there waiting? Or will the darkness suck m
In school, I'm cool, smoke a J in the can
No homegrown please just straight up Ghan
Keep a bic in my pocket cuz im ready to flick
Keep the true in my drawls by my balls and my dick
If you try to smoke me you can be straight up lit
I smoke the type of shit you cant fuck with
[chorus]
If you take a strong toke it'll turn your lungs blue
And that fresh smellin True green grass is on you
No tellin how much True I consume
The shit's so potent you'll catch a contact in
Softie Lyrics
youre so sweet, youre so sweet to me. symptoms get me to sing so high. my eyes water, when we're on the phone, i dont feel so alone. i wait for next sunday when you'll call again and make me sing falsetto. you make my heart feel ten feet tall. breathe in. breat
the next room youre so sweet, youre so sweet to me. symptoms get me to sing so high. my eyes water, when we're on the phone, i dont feel so alone. i wait for next sunday when you'll call again and make me sing falsetto. you make my heart feel ten feet tall. breathe in. breat
When I blaze it's just like smog
Niggaz wake up in the morning and thinks it's early morning fog
I gotta have it, gotta smoke it, gotta have it
I can afford to be blowed cuz my lifestyle's lavish
True's in the house when I walk in the place
Blaze up a J and blow smoke in ya face
My lifestyle's wild I can never go wrong
And I smoke more True than Cheech & Chong
[chorus]
I gotta get some more True cuz my bag's gettin low
Jump in the ride headed
The Art of Shredding Lyrics
Unity is a rare thing Blind eyes of society bring The category of minority Now what are we supposed to be? Born free to be Powerless to change the world With our lives in the hands of madmen Now in times when society need
for the True store Unity is a rare thing Blind eyes of society bring The category of minority Now what are we supposed to be? Born free to be Powerless to change the world With our lives in the hands of madmen Now in times when society need
Give me a pound of your best Sensimillia
Cuz I come everyday you oughta hook me up a deal
Just then the cops had to raid the place
So I puffed on my J and blew smoke in they face
They put us in cop car, me and my man Jack and Pete
Blazin up True in the backseat
The cop jumped in and he wasn't jokin
He said go to jail or give me that shit you been smokin
I said cool and didn't even think about it
As for the True, never leave home without it