Альбом Styles P

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[Swiss]
I wanna roll somthin up so
i can just blow mah mind
(lighters n the air)
i wanna
Blow mah mind x2

u should
roll somthin up so
u can just um blow yo mind
(lighters n tha air)
u should just
blow yo mind x2

[Stlyes P]
Mind blowin n im tore down
still blow a ounce n a half
eaven more now
yea put yo lighters n tha air
light it up n here
yea put it n tha air
see if ima puff in here
u should find out i came
2 blow mah mind out
pass it n u drop it
ima put u on time out
like Joe Raze
im smokin Marry Jane
got me open n a tub
but it feel like tha ocean
i swear ta god i b flotin
n i dont need a car
ta b coastin u could say dat im bostin
but dis is SP n i know mah tyme
when i hear its show tyme
ima blow mah mind

[Swiss]
i wanna roll somthin up so
i can just blow mah mind
(lighters n the air)
i wanna
Blow mah mind x2

u should
roll somthin up so
u can just um blow ya mind
(lighters n tha air)
u should just
blow yo mind x2

[Styles P]
tha black hippie
tha sack wit me
tha lighter 2
i had dreams a Amsterdam
im united 2
i feel good tha sky
couldent b a brighter blue
sun lookin like a tangerine
u got green and its mean
brotha hit me like a tamberien
i need a minut 2 mah self
second 2 mah self
pass the dutch
apon tha left who eva second on tha L
ima need candy cause i know mah
breath is gonna smell
i dont get sleep
but some good restin off a L
mind blowin time fly time gon
missed mah exit on tha highway
i ride on roll anotha 1
gettin mah Good Times on

[Swiss]
i wanna roll somthin up so
i can just blow mah mind
(lighters n the air)
i wanna
Blow mah mind x2

u should
roll somthin up so
u can just um blow yo mind
(lighters n tha air)
u should just
blow yo mind x2

[Styles P]
im gon tha Yack n tha Wine gon
eyes look stoned sheperd wat
im grown ova 21 come
ova ta mah zone less den 2
hours seein 50 Ls blown
lovin tha smell feelin tha texture
n we gotta hole lot
but we still gettin extra
guess wats on tha menu fa brekfest
roll wit tha gost if u wanna get messed up

[Swiss]
i wanna roll somthin up so
i can just blow mah mind
(lighters n the air)
i wanna
Blow mah mind x2

u should
roll somthin up so
u can just um blow yo mind
(lighters n tha air)
u should just
blow yo mind x2

[Styles P]
jus get blown away
u kno
do wat u do
bungie jump or somthin
speed n a car
do wat eva blows yo mind away
i kno wat blows mind away

[Swiss]
roll somthin up so u can just um
blow ur mind

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(feat. Max B)

Yeah
L-O-X nigga
It don't stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin
Motherfuckers

[Styles Paniro:]
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
Cause when these bullets hit yo' ass I'm like it's only a gat
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think he religious? Heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the Porsche or flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to get me this loot
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room when they hear the P flowin to Swizz
I'm an ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I left the gun home, I'm a give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife

[CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles]
[Jadakiss:] Uh huh, HOLIDAY
[Styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
[Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY
[Styles:] And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
[Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY
[Styles:] I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells
[Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY
[Styles:] Cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a L

[Styles Paniro:]
Yo...
I do it all for my niggas, even ride with a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my last
It's a million dollar bail, I'm a get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the P carry the gun, live in the Maz'
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like Malibu and pineapple, fifties of hash
Hundreds of 'dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the dog
I'm Holiday Styles, and that's what the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the cards
But jail ain't part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his casket cut
I don't deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double R now bitch you oughta know I'm a ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke

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