The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow

The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow

The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow

The dro, the purp, the orange, get gush
The bad, no haps, no Reggie, keep it hashed
A joint or two will do you niggas smoke a blunt of this
If you want to smoke with me, don't bring no bullshit
The blue dumpin', white spinners
The green nickles, that red Superman
Them peach for the five, that white for less
Will have them hoes hotter than a box of stolen checks
The snow, the white in Miami get crunk
When I see 'em in the club, they sniffin' up that stuff
Give you one G of white
Give me two G of white
Give me three G of white
A eight ball for the night
When you want to get cha lean on it's nothing but that yellow
Or 'purp down in Texas, them niggas got whatever
One bottle of that moo, galla-gallon of that Henny
Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin'
Like that

The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow

The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow

I got the weed for the low
Them pills for the low
That blow for the low
Young nigga you ain't know?
When I ride I roll high
Man and I ain't tellin' no lie
When that shit get in my brain
I grip the grain and fly by
Say dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid
Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it cocaine
Fuck, hell nah nigga I been on that lean
Swing or bouncin' front to back watch me change the lane
Niggas be constantly talkin' that shit
That shit that I gezzit you bitches can't get
The Memphis, The A, the North, the South
Is on the grind, we will not quit
The under-underground rap smoke out full of green
Fuck what you heard bitch
Yeah I'm back up on the scene
If you want to get high you should fuck with Gangsta Boo
I be turnin' niggas out watch how quick I turn you
Into a smoked out, loc'ed out, freaky motherfucker
On that X though, passed out
While I put another on the

The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow

The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow

I been gettin' in that work
I got pounds of that work
I'm a pimp bitch, fuck you
Pull up your own skirt
We don't give a fuck, 26's on the truck
Fuck around and test your luck
We gon' tear this bitch up
I got X, I got weed
I got anything you need
When you see me in the streets, just holla at me
Throw a dollar at me, bitch swallow at me
This ya boy Lil Bo from the E-S-P

See nigga I smoke everyday, from the lightest of haze
I got the shit I pull up with cha mind off in a daze
Now I don't fuck with the blow
See I fuck with some hoes
That be freaky grabbin' theyself on X outta control
I remember back in the day Regals, 8's and Vouges
When nigga was ridin' the city, trappin' get to the dough
Before the Feds hit the town and try to shut Atlanta down
Nigga was slangin' nickles and dimes
Quarter keys and pounds of

The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow

The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow

Underground
Underground
Underground
Underground
Underground
Underground
Underground
Underground
Underground rap
Under-underground rap
Under-underground rap
Under-underground rap
Under

Keep it crunked up
Keep it keep it crunked up
Keep it crunked up
Keep it keep it crunked up
Keep it crunked up
Keep it keep it crunked up
Keep it crunked up
Keep it keep it crunked up

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Writer(s): Christopher Gholson, Jonathan Smith, Lola Mitchell, Philip Glass, Sammie Norris, Wendell Neal