Lyrical Breakdown of Pass Dat S**T - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Mane, last night mane I was kickin it with this bitch last night mane The bitch was so fuckin fine mane But mane, but mane, but mane just listen what I'm talkin bout mane The bitch was just fine as hell, she did me in mane Why you sittin there babysittin, conversatin with the weed Pass that shit, nigga pass that shit Mane you fuckin the rotation up just pass the shit to me Pass that shit, nigga pass that shit It's puff puff pass, the rules they still the same You need to pass the weed dawg, you holdin up the train Done held the blunt so long, it's gettin kinda small The next blunt that gets rolled bruh you won't hit it at all Ain't put a dime on shit, nothin but lips and fingertips Dawg contribute to the session mane or you gon have to dip And go get in your whip, and leach off someone else Shoulda smashed behind your partna bruh, he already left Yeah I smoke weed, that good good dope But I hate when niggas be, babysittin that dope Yeah I drink your purple, and rolled up Sweets Take me two puffs, then I pass that weed But remember we on purple, so we fall the fuckin sleep So I yelled at my nigga, pass me that green Don't make me put my foot in yo, ass knee deep Just do what the song say nigga, pass that weed Why you sittin there babysittin, conversatin with the weed Pass that shit, nigga pass that shit Mane you fuckin the rotation up just pass the shit to me Pass that shit, nigga pass that shit Why you risk savin a blunt when I put half up on them trees Pass that shit, nigga pass that shit I see you one of them niggas that be tryin to smoke for free Pass that shit, nigga pass that shit I can smell it in the air but where in the hell's it comin from Need it badly, can I hit your blunt or simply take a gun Sippin my drink of that hash and crumble purple kushy Bubblegum or onion, fuck all that man I want me some Put a twenty on the dope just let me sit and have a smoke Automatic that I grab it, yes my habit is to toke Know that you don't know me or don't owe me don't be mean to me Let a brotha come on over and get some of your greenery I'm gettin tired of smokin out with Traitors, non-chiefers and conversators Constantly holdin on to the weed while I'm tryin to get my vapors Fuck them papers, cigarillos what I like to roll and choke Babysittin muh'fucker keep on tokin and get your fingers broke Pass that shit, I know it's the last hit Lil' Wyte gon be blasted, 'til I'm hittin my casket You a grown mane, wrong thang, tryin to hog the dope mane You wanna fuck with me without passin just stick to cocaine bitch Why you sittin there babysittin, conversatin with the weed Pass that shit, nigga pass that shit Mane you fuckin the rotation up just pass the shit to me Pass that shit, nigga pass that shit Why you risk savin a blunt when I put half up on them trees Pass that shit, nigga pass that shit I see you one of them niggas that be tryin to smoke for free Pass that shit, nigga pass that shit I'm chillin with my nigga get high, C-H-R-I S, cause he always keep the best And we in the woods, and we wish a motherfucker would Come through, fuckin off cause we on the good Up all night, this caine's a upper weed's a downer With them guns beside us we starin at them cameras Sturdy smokin, watchin porn on the flat screen With some bunnies from the platinum in my main ching I'm on that weed and that Red Bull and alcohol That get you hype or slow you down, it's like a speedball But I can't stand when a nigga wanna roll it Then {-coughing-} and hold it Hurry up and pass it before you get yo ass kicked I got a ounce of weed but you ain't reachin in my plastic It's sticky more than taffy, it's finer than Miss Halle- Berry call it blueberry I need some commissary Why you sittin there babysittin, conversatin with the weed Pass that shit, nigga pass that shit Mane you fuckin the rotation up just pass the shit to me Pass that shit, nigga pass that shit Why you risk savin a blunt when I put half up on them trees Pass that shit, nigga pass that shit I see you one of them niggas that be tryin to smoke for free Pass that shit, nigga pass that shit