Laid Way Back lyrics

Artist  : Webbie 
Song : Laid Way Back
 
[verse 1:]

Man I live up in B.R 

Ima die up in B.R 

I got shit to do today so I cant die until
tomorrow 

I done stole a bag of dro Im gettin high til
tomorrow 

Nigga play with me right now im bussin nine til
tomorrow 

My shit got a bad motor i aint promised til
tomorrow 

so as long as I got gas ima drive it til tomorrow


lookin for a bitch thats bad so we can act until
tomorrow 

put that hoe up on this dro and beat that ass
until tomorrow 

Baby momma ass just gonna be mad until tomorrow


me and boosie rollin guards and acting bad til
tomorrow 

how bout we get pessy drunk and then stagger
until tomorrow 

yo bitch tight, I wantta me borrow her, let me
have her til tomorrow 

dont give a fuck about who smellin when its comin
out ya car 

Im inhalin and exhalin gettin blunted til
tomorrow 

lets go posted up at the spot and make some
change til tomorrow 

if im laid shit i might do the same thang
tomorrow 



[chorus: (x4)]

Laid way back behind black gettin blowed 

full of high dro and you can smell it on my
clothes 



[verse 2:]

I was spose to go drop my red bone off or not


for some fit she trynna cop said she need right
now 

what had happen was I had stopped by my nigga B
spot and he had a big blunt of that dro and I
forgot 

I was spose to go to the studio I got some hits
to drop 

but a bitch had hit me on the phone and told me
to come pick her up 

cuz how she fuck my dick got hard 

she tellin me how she so wide 

she took those draws off and I forgot 

went to check the mailbox 

some sepeana from the mothafucka 

tellin me my court date in 2 weeks for beatin on
my older woman 

showed up at that hoe apartment 

smokin somethin ran into her 

put it in her mouth and charges dropped

man you know a nigga



[chorus: (x4)]



[verse 3:]

When I walk up in the mall with that big ass
stack 

fresh kicks fresh boes with the jersey to match


you know I got to do it big nigga give me the hat


manager comin out the back cuz all he smell is
that dro 

when I go and see my hoes my eyes be all low 

my clothes be full of smoke they mommas be knowin
Im blowed 

them ghetto mommas dont trip they be askin you
got some mo 

let her momma hit the dro and all she smell is
that dro 

when I hit the club they can tell 

cuz Im puttin it in the air 

hoes ask can they hit niggas askin is it for sale


security dont be trippin they puttin in tne air


when you in here thats all you smell high dro is
what we smokin 

when we be 



[chorus: (x4)]