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Cru - Текст песни Ooh Wee
Sittin on a quarter 'p of hay 
 Thangs is feelin good today
 I'm tore up, from the floor up
 Sippin on some crown royal
 Trippin, in a circle of wood
 Where everybody smoke they own bud
 Good ole' hay, how you feel today?
 Fine, blowed and dandy
 Silly like I'm hype off candy
 Gotta big, thick chic named sandy
 In the farm in the middle of the barn
 Were everybody's feelin crazy
 I went to visit granny's house 
 Now I see why don't nobody leave
 We constantly, constantly, constantly smokin b's
 Too blitzed to even shake it off
 But i still got my head up
 Coldhard finna go in the back of the barn
 And get my big black peter sucked
 Pass the hay you silly slut
 Blaze it up so i can hit that bud
 Git me zoned and i'll be on
 'Cuz i love to smoke upon hay
 1-Smokin on haaayy in the middle of the barn
 Smokin on haaayy in the middle of the barn
 The hay got me goin through a stage
 And i just can't get enough smokin everyday
 I got some hay and you know I'm finna roll it up
 Make a cloud I'm gonna take my mind away from all 
 The bullcrap bump my sounds lay back and roll
 Mack to the freaks that's on the road
 Sometimes i wonder when i was blowed on the streets
 Anybody wanna step to me, I'ma see how rough they be
 In this session, manifesting on myp's and q's
 Never snooze cause i refuse inhale, exhale the smell
 Smokin hay all by myself wildstle, laughin loud
 With my homies by my side if somethin off let it ride
 On my square when time is live everybody throw it up
 Go to the barn and get some hay when i get my choke on
 Fool you know i'm smokin on...
 Hay now hay, we smokin up hay in the middle of the barn
 And i'm lit up can't get up my eyes are red
 And my head is spinnin took another pull, ridin red bull
 Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin
 Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braidsCru - Ooh Wee - http://ru.motolyrics.com/cru/ooh-wee-lyrics.html
 And we bout to get in em
 Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at
 And everything funny
 Gotta pause some nigga tryin' to blow my high
 Smokin all that hay with no money
 Now truly this bitch wanna do me 
 So I hit the 151 bacardi, She high like the sun 
 Thick like cornbread, and I'm ready to party
 That hay got me so gotdamn horny
 But i don't like that tramp
 The whole reason i'm poppin that coochie
 Cuse the hoe had a book of foodstamps
 And i got the munchies I need soul food
 Collard greens or pinto beans
 If you smoke hay like the conflict do
 Then you know what the hell i mean
 (repeat 1)
 Rollin down the block
 car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up out dat
 dorr crack.
 got my niggas in the barn smokin on that
 hay stack
 back up on the scene from smokin herb,
 I creeped up on the wall and all i heard.
 was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in 
 the hay
 with a funky dime word.
 couldn't be myself
 couldn't smoke wit nobody else
 if i didn't pass it to the left.
 nigga would have lost my breath.
 open up the window 'fore i fall and faint
 but i can't
 cause i roll around in dat barn ride.
 rollin up the hootie hoo
 roughest skin roller on dat west side.
 nigga come on in
 i got some hay
 won't you close dat barn door
 nigga what you let them flies out for?
 ain't nobody to rich, we poor.
 lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn
 the flies keep us chokin.
 thank you jesus christ
 for all the hay you're givin us
 cause we'll keep on smokin'.
 (rpt 1)











