Angel Dust E

Smells like good dust. Smells like good what? Smells like good Sherm. PCP that water, You know what I mean? That Superman, you I Mean? That Sherman Oaks, yeah. Now I ain't never sold Sherm and I ain't Never smoked wet, but all the CCG homies lose They mind off a stick. Walking through the hood butt-naked through the set. Squabbing up with niggas and busting on shit. I heard this shit is brazy, all it take Is one hit. Had to wake him up with Milk, he was gone off a dip. Same shit in dead bodies, you can smoke it And get lit. All it take is five dollars, Lil' homie, don't trip. Might blow up in your face, be careful how You light it. On some PCV fuck around start A riot, Homies always told me, "Lil' nigga, don't try it." In the eighties, bags of dust had the whole Hood wired. It-it-it's That Top of the woo hop, we at the fort. Hanging out with the homies, sip Henny until it's Dark. Couple fades get took, it's nothing, We at the port. Can't come around here, My nigga, if you a mark. At the baseball game, West Side versus West Side. Dice games going up, couple homies got Tec-9's. Going off the two-sixty, house full of tech line. Bitch on the call, so you know I'ma get Mine. Yuri in this bitch, so you know it's Day one shit. Big homies burnt out, Twanged off a Sherm stick. Got the homie fresh out, went down for a Real lick. Came back to a family focused all About G shit.