Slow Burnin' 22.5˚ Fahrenheit - Kokane

That nigga trying to get his watts up?

hat

Nigga trying get his european hat

Hey hey you got some weed

You got some for me

(Yeah, Nah)

You got some weed young dal?

(C'mon dawg)

Ya’ll got some Zig-Zags

Any nigga got some Zig-Zags

(nah man I ain’t got none, shit)

Ay were them little twizlers at

Big vin you got some Zig-Zags

(hell no won’t you?)

I got the twizlers nigga

(nah you gave em to ?)

Awh ain’t no niggas ever got no Zig-Zag

When every nigga wanna smoke weed

You know what?

Nigga’s eh, the nigga thats asking for some fucking Zig-Zag

Needs to take they ass to the store!

Eh excuse, excuse me I would like to, eh, get some of them Zig-Zags.

The, eh, the orange, the orange label

Ahh, are you talking about this

Eh, no the slow burners.

The kind with…

Oh, I think we’re all out off

Say mister

Say mister little japanese man

I’m not gonna rob your liqour store

That’s what I’m not here for

See I wanna pay for that V.S.O.P

And give me a pack of slow burners please

He said

The only thing I got is the regular or the Randy’s

But I don’t like the Randy’s

Cause that wire shit is blemmy

Fuck it, I might aswell pay for the fifth

Went on my way

I said, hey have a nice day

Went down the street to Big Bob’s

Here I say

Do you have some slow burners and a couple of flickers

He said I don’t think — heeey, wait a minute

Here’s the last pack

Hopped in the g house

Diamond in the back

Now I’ve been waiting all day

To smoke my chronic

Cause one hit will make you bionic

Put it in a ruff ruff ruff neck tip?

Cause the power won’t fly without it’s cape

Then I peel?

up all my shit

And I smoke it with the quickness?

I, I meditate

Cause my mind is filled with niceness

Yeah

It’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit

Ha, well alright

Cause it’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit

What you say well alright

Cause it’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit

Yeah, well alright

Cause it’s like 32, 32, 32 leaves to every pack

Situations kinda hot

Don’t stop

Cause you know just where the funk go

Yeah, funk’em real good funk’em real good

Situations kinda hot

Don’t stop

Cause you know just where to funk down

Yeah, smoke’em fuck’em fuck’em

I’m out here cooling in the alley

Serving all my rocks

Cluckers keep coming

Like in big cluck flocks

I got doctors, lawyer, etcetera, etcetera

Cause I got the dope that they want to know better

See a cluck here wanna get some shit on credit

But you already owe me ens

And your going to go more in debt

I’m in a generous mood

I’ll give you two days

To get my motherfucking sheets

And if you don’t they’ll be beef

Cause silly silly clucker get ya ass home to ya kids

Cause ya motherfucking wrong

For leaving them kids alone at home

I see some niggas at the end of the alley

Around eleven of them men are coming towards me

I won’t mall ya or nall ya?

Scared stiff ya’ll

My intension was to flap my words?

And get motherfucking ghost

Yo, now they up to no good

Cause I was clocking big jackers

In they motherfucking hood

One nigga straight pulled out a machete

But then I broke like a motherfucker

Heading for my Chevy

Went around the corner to reload on they ass

Yeah, ya’ll all know the rest

Cause it’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit

Ha, well alright

Cause it’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit

Haha, well alright

Cause it’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit

Hehe, well alright

Cause it’s like 32, 32, 32 leaves to every pack

Yeah, 32 leaves to every pack

Yeah, cause it’s like 32 leaves to every pack

Kinda hot

Cause you know just where the funk go

Yeah funk’em funk’em smoke’em funk’em

Situations kinda hot

Don’t stop

Cause you know just where the funk down

Yeah, and I don’t mean under the table yall

Said situations kinda hot

Don’t stop

Cause you know just where the funk down

Yeah and I do mean funk’em funk’em

Situations kinda hot

Don’t stop (slow down)

Cause you know just where the funk go

Yeah and its all about this here

Slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit

Ha well alright

Cause it’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit

Ha well alright

Cuz it’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit

Ha well alright

Cause it’s like 32, 32, 32 leaves to every pack