Hay Lyrics - Singles - Crucial Conflict

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 ol' 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 

Where 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 

Cold hard 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 

Smokin' on hay in the middle of the barn 

Smokin' on hay 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 bull crap 

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 my P's and Q's 

Never snooze 'cause I refuse, inhale, exhale the smell 

Smokin' hay all by myself, wildstle, laughin' loud 

Wit my homies by my side, if somethin' jump 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 braids 

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 goddamn horny 

But I don't like that tramp, the only reason I'm poppin' that coochie 

'Cause the hoe had a book of food stamps 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 

Smokin' on hay in the middle of the barn 

Smokin' on hay in the middle of the barn 

Rollin' down the block, car full of flies 

And the flies tried to rise up out dat door 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' 

Smokin' on hay in the middle of the barn 

Smokin' on hay in the middle of the barn