BIN LADEN E

See that shit some straight killer. Chicago niggas named that shit Bin Laden weed mane. Straight fire. Who got that hydro? Who got that light green? Who got that Bobby Brown? Who got that Latin weed? Got that hydro? Who got that light green? Who got that Bobby Brown? Who got that Latin weed? Boy. I swear sometimes I gotta get high to Hang around my hoe. Sometimes I feel I gotta get high to hang 'round niggas I know. I sped it up on Weed. I slowed it down on snow. 'Cause I seen so many niggas fall off that Blow. But they done got it all. Then they say shit to show. So off the case of my days I had To cut that hoe. But now I'm feeling happy. I'm on that Bin Laden and niggas is acting Like they don't know the fuck just happened. My vision's getting blurry. I'm 'bout to fall asleep. On that nine out of my own weed 'cause It's some potent weed. My lights are flashing like holograms like right in Front of my own face. Never felt this way off one blunt. I see my son gang of light with my Dad loose in heels and old girlfriends and niggas I shouldn't have hung with. The picture's starting to fade. It's getting hard to breathe. I'm blacking out with no pulse up under my Shirt sleeve. got that hydro? Who got that light green? Who got that Bobby Brown? Who got that Latin weed? weed? Who got that hydro? Who got that light green? Who got that Bobby Brown?