A New Breed Of Female lyrics

Artist  : Ii Tru 
Song : A New Breed Of Female
 
feat. Krayzie Bone, Layzie Bone
[Krayzie]
Roll another one
Roll another one
Roll another one
Pass the blunt
We be fiendin' for sticky weed, man...
Roll another one
Roll another one
Roll another one
Pass the blunt, nigga

(Hook)
I wanna get high, so high

[Brina]
Nigga, first thing in morning 'fore I even get up
I gots to start off my day to a fat-ass blunt
Step out the house on the get-high-creep
'Cause when I'm good and f**ked-up
I'm a smash some peeps, and ain't nothin'
Like smokin' when you're a fool
Find the next, get a hot spot, jump in it 'til ya
pull
Ridin' on the Clair, 'cause over there they can
smoke it
And while I'm on the topic
Here's a shot to all that know me

(Hook)

[Krayzie]
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke up the whole thing, better believe it
That's how we get weeded, so nigga
Quit tryin' to budget your but
'Cause it's a whole lot of thugs and niggas
gettin' high
So don't go smoke a blunt, and you got a ounce in
the ride
Nigga, come off that reefer, 'cause I go broke
everytime
Indo slow blowin' my mind
Still I proceed to hit that sh*t - it's wicked,
sticky
Smoke one with your thugsta, thugsta
And show me you can smoke with the thugs
Because I'm gonna get you high
If you wanna get higher, come ride
I will fly you

[Jhaz]
? puff, 'cause really it ain't ?
Ain't wastin' no herb by lettin' it burn, let me
hit that sticky
Nothin' but the Moet in my cup, the sticky packed
in the blunt
My cap is too thick, so I'm constantly blazin'
another blunt up
We smokes all day, when the sticky runs out
Gotta roll to the hood for a stress sack
Gotta get that blaze on still, gotta keep them
wig-splittin' back
Bump these hardest tracks, rappin' on the album
of the century
They the thugs that got it before these trues
make moves
And history, strictly on a mission to have a good
time
Freestyles and rhymes, smoke dimes
Shots out to any true that gotta bag of this
here, now

[Layzie]
Oh, how I love my green leaves, nigga
Givin' nothin' but respect, and I really ain't
picky
I f**k with the stress, but I got four-fifty on
the best weed
Tonight, we gettin' higher than high, let's all
get lifted
P.O.D.'ded and tweeded, that indo needs to be
seedless
 
So you know I'm fiendin', now am I wrong for
smokin' this on 'til the dawn?
? in infamy done brought me back the bomb, and
it's on
So what I'm a do is I'm a twist it up and hit the
sticky for you
Smoke and choke with II Tru - they keepin' it
platinum
Makin' it happen for the Land, smokin' and movin'
as we speak
Tryin' to teach the world to be a thug in harmony
Nigga, we keepin' the bomb-ass weed
Blaze it up, nigga, what?
Mo Thugs is 'bout the music and bud, equal love

[Jhaz]
Can I blaze, man?
Pass me the Swisha, Optimo, Philly Blunt, or the
House of Windsor
Twist ya head back, snap, crack, inhale the smoke
Then, pass it to the left, so the next man can
toke
Loc, homie, I'm cool on that water
Just bring that sticky and this drink, do me
fine, playa partner
Miss bit*h the shit, 'cause you can't smoke for
free
And naw, smokin' weed don't make a sister horny
Ignore the silly ones
Keep on thuggin' for life
Place the lighter to my blunt, 'cause it's time
to get high

[Krayzie]
Call up my family, let 'em know the reason I blow
Celebration, we done slapped the platinum back at
you hoes
So, you know it's on (it's on)
So, how my niggas had to show me, homie
I'm f**ked-up 'til the morning sunlight
Lick and twist another Swisha soon as I get up
And then right after breakfast puff another
f**ked-up
Wonder if it's good for my health
'Cause ain't known a muthaf**ka that done O.D.'d
on weed yet
So, bring your blunts and some Hen and some herb
My nigga, f**k what ya heard
My Mo Thug niggas splurge

[Brina]
Better learn to ? mo, much love
Got thousands from Cleveland to Cali
That's how we roll, follow 'em
Once humongous blow up even more, when we crash
the show
We shuts 'em down underground, clown from town to
town
Bring a box of fifty House of Windsors
We about to blaze this pound of the real sticky
Bum rush in my lungs with a cloud of smoke, puff
'em
'Bout ready to exhale before me mind blow
E-Z Wider, Swisha, or Philly, don't matter really
'Cause it smoke the same
You know the procedure: two hits, then pass to
the left when we blazin'
All my trues who toke and roll in the Clair all
day long
We some representers, bumpin' on these here thug
songs

(Hook)