[Chorus: Loe Pesci]
Type of night where the kush finds you
We stay puffing on that good times two
It's dark days in the hood my dude
Things can blend it's yin and yang, there's good times too
The type of night where the kush finds you
We stay puffing on that good times two
It's dark days in the hood my dude
Things can blend it's yin and yang, there's good times too
[Verse 1: Loe Pesci]
You could make chips off many things
20's slanged in the house with that Gregory Kane
Diagnosis they dying for it or dying from it
Take it in vein and carry boulders like some kinda luggage, iron lunging
Hits close to home it ain't never sane
Labels playing chess, tighten y'all belts like Etta James
Your addictions make you spit on anything
Frank's RedHot, put that shit on everything
Take time and space for granted your head'll ring
Meditate, iron in my blood turn to metal fangs
How many times Jordan lose before consecutives?
Married to the mic and kick collection, that's the seven rings
Burn the oil and taste the hash plant
Mistakes'll make you wanna raid the Afghans
Light the kush, others white it up, we might get drunk
Your gatherings are Saturn's rings, just ice and dust
Whatever keeps you going, you never need to know it
The sun'll reach the solstice before the leaves approaching
Your engine broke and you get a strange flat
Call in Triple A jack like I'm switching brake pads
Getting towed, whip never came back
Take you to school in Singapore, get the 'caine crack
Let the pain pass, burn this lemon haze plant
And stop treating the drug game like a lemonade stand
[Chorus: Loe Pesci]
The type of night where the kush finds you
We stay puffing on that good times two
It's dark days in the hood my dude
Things can blend it's yin and yang, there's good times too
The type of night where the kush finds you
We stay puffing on that good times two
It's dark days in the hood my dude
Things can blend it's yin and yang, there's good times too
[Verse 2: Borden]
Yeah, I'm puffing good times two
Got a bad bitch and a hood dime too
Always getting high, stuffing haze in the Swisher
Under surveillance holding the gauge in my pictures
Yeah, I'm so high off the green smoke
Ya' whole team broke, you ain't never seen dope
I need a mountain of coke, homie a ski slope
Haunted, flow dirty like a cheap [?]
Bars come naturally
Either move weight or you working at a factory
Money over everything so that's what it has to be
I'm a G you can drink and smoke hash with me
On some real shit
All my thugs got drugs moving real quick
Got the clientele, it'll sell and it will flip
Trust me, crush the weed then we roll it up
All we do is stack big bills we don't fold 'em up
Loe Pesci tell these rap dudes don't test me
I'm drinking 'gnac straight liquor homie no Pepsi
Puffing Phillies with a loaded nine milli'
Make me wanna rob a bank but that's probably gon' kill me
Where's ya' lighter at? Lungs need kush smoke, eyes need Visine
Life's like a movie homie, 3D widescreen
Put your glasses on
When you walking down the block have your ratchet on
[Chorus: Loe Pesci]
Type of night where the kush finds you
We stay puffing on that good times two
It's dark days in the hood my dude
Things can blend it's yin and yang, there's good times too
The type of night where the kush finds you
We stay puffing on that good times two
It's dark days in the hood my dude
Things can blend it's yin and yang, there's good times too
