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    Wrap Sumden

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    Wrap Sumden

    By Nelly

      About "Wrap Sumden"

      Lyrics for Nelly - "Wrap Sumden"

      [Chorus: x2]
      Hey this is no lie hey, hey
      Me and my niggas getting high hey, hey
      Yo if you look up in the sky hey, hey
      You might see us floating by hey, hey

      You see Biggie be like what's beef?
      Me I'm like what's weed?
      Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know
      Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke
      And I'm thanking my refer chief for making me choke
      I'm like one of those half-baked thugs, I'm in love
      Then after that roll cool "J's" I mean bud
      Cause I still piss stems and still shit seeds,
      I spit residue smoke on my way to buy weed
      Wrap Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and Chong
      My best friends a bong and my homies a smokaholic
      I know one day, I'm gon' stop,
      but that'll be the day when my seeds don't pop
      You see weed helps me get my thoughts together quick
      But on the other hand, soon as I'm sober I forget
      Shit, I'm still stuck at point "A" ya dig,
      and my momma think that I should quit

      [Chorus: x2]

      Ya I get high
      You might see me stroll by
      in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye
      I'm sick now
      I think I'm catching glaucoma
      See me on the corner, lookin' for weed donors

      You know how we do it, kid, we get that good herb and swerve
      Till the gas run out, the way we smoke's absurd
      That's my word, Wrap Sumden (Wrap Sumden),
      make a nigga clap somthing, get all mad and slap something

      Yo grab the towels cover the smoke alarms and doors
      See I smoke alone, I need grass like lawn mowers
      Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time,
      and I burn mine, don't you ever ever touch mine

      Fire it up dog, but watch out for 5-0's
      Eyes blowed fuck plenty henny and hydro.
      Fuck a bitch and some hoes, I gotta get rich
      gold platinum and do some shows and get blow-owed

      [Chorus: x2]

      All I know, is money makin' hoes and smoking endo
      If I wasn't high I'd probably know a little more,
      but since I don't some might consider me slow
      Don't worry though
      I keep the pants sag, Bubble eye hands rag
      Eyes glassed, smokin' fill from the hash
      Chokin' half to death but don't the blunt pass
      "What we doin' today?" Same shit we did last week
      Wake up in the morning and yawn and roll up
      Bag up and make some runs and roll up
      5-0 behind me my niggas so hold up
      OK made a left you continue to roll up
      Don't get me wrong, police, yo I stop for them,
      but guaranteed when they leave I be smokin' again
      Catch my second wind and start in on my next bag
      The type of nigga smoke on the way to his rehab

      [Chorus: x3]

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