Doobie Doobie by TRILL Hill Lyrics
[TRILL Hill]
(Yeah, TRILLA, Yeah)
(Fuck with me bro, fuck with me)
(There's one take for ya bitch ass, nigga, shit)
[Verse 1: TRILL Hill]
Rolling with my lonesome
Hoping I become someone, I'm feeling like I'm chosen
Probably not the only one
My mind is on becoming one
Feeling sorta, kinda numb
Screaming "Fuck em all" and "Fuck the world until she cum"
That was cliché, I just had to say
There's never really bad days if you still breathing
I stopped making music and a nigga started fiending
I'm just tryna make it big man there's nothing wrong with dreaming
I done came a long way from taking public transportation with my niggas after school
Tryna jab at the ladies like "Baby what it do?"
Life be going fast
Shit ain't been the same since my patna passed, I'm off the gas
Smoking on the wood
Baby girl, what you doin, what's your plans, where your mans?
Spotted shorty quick with all that ass up in the pants
Had a nigga frozen like "Damn"
Everybody know the kid go H.A.M
Straight to the money
No schemes, no scams, nigga get it how you can
Sticking to the plan
We all on a mission
Thinking bout the days of fishing, I ain't talking 'bout the ocean
We was outside the liquor store
Fishing for a bottle, that's my type of fishing nigga
Most these [?] rap niggas speaking fuckin fiction nigga
I ain't hatin, sneak dissin, nothin
All I'm tryna say is practice what you preach
If you got a fuckin problem you can see me in them streets
[Hook: $haka Zulu]
Like doobie doobie doobie doobie
I smoke doobies and I do it like a lot uh I need money
And I wanna make a lot uh
Shawty shawty I'm a rasta at your motherfuckin concert
Smokin ganja at your concert
Smokin ganja, hey
Doobie doobie doobie doobie
I smoke doobies and I do it like a lot uh I need money
And I love to make a lot uh
I need motherfuckin reefer in my motherfuckin lungs
I need motherfuckin reefer, I'm the motherfuckin one, gang
[Verse 2: Khalil Menace (of Cide)]
[?] smoothly
It's the "Oooh he smell like doobies"
Menace poppin', ganja tuckin', rasta driftin' through a [?]
[?] hold on to their toolies
My side comin' through unruly
Rappers hella cabbage patch
But talking' big beef like [?]
Young assassin from the Southeast, and you know he we be doin'
Where the fist-bangin', the word-slanging', it's a shame how we gon' do 'em
Cide, ok? I'm Super Saiyan, knock on your door like "How we doin'?"
[?] shotta with the pop-up, like the ads on online movies
So cut the tough shit, like leather barbers
[?] for the starting lineup
Sick heat, like dragons cough up
Please sleep on me like Starbus
Too solid [?] to my [?] no flexin' or cappin'
The cleanest smoker shown' up so wipe me down [?] some napkins
Toilet tissue, I'm the shit dude
'Bout to stain and flush rappers
Rhythmic issues for your mental, try to keep up like captions
Then I peel like citrus fruits, feelin' mad crisp like an apple
[?] on squares like tile
Watch all these flows I dismantle
I'm [?]
I switch the mentions on my dolo
[?]
[?] posted with that four-o
No patronizing thoughts or pussy clots
We get this dough doe
Can't fraternize with ops, I leave 'em leanin' like they cholos
I might ask my cheeky hold the bleeky at my show doe
Tryna keep the peace and keep the piece, and chill and smoke dope
I might ask my cheeky hold the bleeky at my show doe
Tryna keep the peace and keep the piece, and chill and smoke dope
[Closing Bridge: Khalil Menace (of Cide)]
Doobie doobie doobie doobie, I smoke doobies, that's a lot
Niggas talkin' 'bout that [?], well I do that shit a lot
I be with ForNever and you know we always smokin' pot
I am [?] at your show, yeah I'm hella rastaclat
(What, Cide)
(Yeah, TRILLA, Yeah)
(Fuck with me bro, fuck with me)
(There's one take for ya bitch ass, nigga, shit)
[Verse 1: TRILL Hill]
Rolling with my lonesome
Hoping I become someone, I'm feeling like I'm chosen
Probably not the only one
My mind is on becoming one
Feeling sorta, kinda numb
Screaming "Fuck em all" and "Fuck the world until she cum"
That was cliché, I just had to say
There's never really bad days if you still breathing
I stopped making music and a nigga started fiending
I'm just tryna make it big man there's nothing wrong with dreaming
I done came a long way from taking public transportation with my niggas after school
Tryna jab at the ladies like "Baby what it do?"
Life be going fast
Shit ain't been the same since my patna passed, I'm off the gas
Smoking on the wood
Baby girl, what you doin, what's your plans, where your mans?
Spotted shorty quick with all that ass up in the pants
Had a nigga frozen like "Damn"
Everybody know the kid go H.A.M
Straight to the money
No schemes, no scams, nigga get it how you can
Sticking to the plan
We all on a mission
Thinking bout the days of fishing, I ain't talking 'bout the ocean
We was outside the liquor store
Fishing for a bottle, that's my type of fishing nigga
Most these [?] rap niggas speaking fuckin fiction nigga
I ain't hatin, sneak dissin, nothin
All I'm tryna say is practice what you preach
If you got a fuckin problem you can see me in them streets
[Hook: $haka Zulu]
Like doobie doobie doobie doobie
I smoke doobies and I do it like a lot uh I need money
And I wanna make a lot uh
Shawty shawty I'm a rasta at your motherfuckin concert
Smokin ganja at your concert
Smokin ganja, hey
Doobie doobie doobie doobie
I smoke doobies and I do it like a lot uh I need money
And I love to make a lot uh
I need motherfuckin reefer in my motherfuckin lungs
I need motherfuckin reefer, I'm the motherfuckin one, gang
[Verse 2: Khalil Menace (of Cide)]
[?] smoothly
It's the "Oooh he smell like doobies"
Menace poppin', ganja tuckin', rasta driftin' through a [?]
[?] hold on to their toolies
My side comin' through unruly
Rappers hella cabbage patch
But talking' big beef like [?]
Young assassin from the Southeast, and you know he we be doin'
Where the fist-bangin', the word-slanging', it's a shame how we gon' do 'em
Cide, ok? I'm Super Saiyan, knock on your door like "How we doin'?"
[?] shotta with the pop-up, like the ads on online movies
So cut the tough shit, like leather barbers
[?] for the starting lineup
Sick heat, like dragons cough up
Please sleep on me like Starbus
Too solid [?] to my [?] no flexin' or cappin'
The cleanest smoker shown' up so wipe me down [?] some napkins
Toilet tissue, I'm the shit dude
'Bout to stain and flush rappers
Rhythmic issues for your mental, try to keep up like captions
Then I peel like citrus fruits, feelin' mad crisp like an apple
[?] on squares like tile
Watch all these flows I dismantle
I'm [?]
I switch the mentions on my dolo
[?]
[?] posted with that four-o
No patronizing thoughts or pussy clots
We get this dough doe
Can't fraternize with ops, I leave 'em leanin' like they cholos
I might ask my cheeky hold the bleeky at my show doe
Tryna keep the peace and keep the piece, and chill and smoke dope
I might ask my cheeky hold the bleeky at my show doe
Tryna keep the peace and keep the piece, and chill and smoke dope
[Closing Bridge: Khalil Menace (of Cide)]
Doobie doobie doobie doobie, I smoke doobies, that's a lot
Niggas talkin' 'bout that [?], well I do that shit a lot
I be with ForNever and you know we always smokin' pot
I am [?] at your show, yeah I'm hella rastaclat
(What, Cide)