Burn Slow - Demrick, DJ Hoppa, Zombie Juice

Back to the tire shop, the wheels need work

When I come around them curbs, girl don’t hit me with this work

When shit get on my nerves I just crumble up some herb

Man, got two things in this world

Just this boss and this work, huh?

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And I ain’t jeopardizing either one (no way!)

Hustle all day, never see the sun (never see the sun.)

Grind all night ‘til the morning come.

(Let's get it)

Everybody eating, yeah, I need me some

I need me some, you see I be the one, kill any beat I’m on

This tree I breathe, you’ll probably need a lung before you Cheech & Chong

Chose to sing along at an eat-along

Tell her leave her thong

That shit we be on until I’m dead and gone.

(dead and gone.)

Demrick

Stoney, stoney, yeah you know me

Back all by my lonely (back all by my lonely)

Bag full of fire for the real ones only (real ones only)

Phoney homies quick to turn they backs on me (turn they backs on me)

Just like my Woods, let ‘em all burn out slowly (all burn out slowly)

Stoney, stoney, yeah you know me

Back all by my lonely (back all by my lonely)

Bag full of fire for the real ones only (real ones only)

Phoney homies quick to to turn they backs on me (turn they backs on me)

Just like my Woods, let ‘em all burn out slowly (all burn out slowly)

Zombie Juice

Burn it up

my blunt and she fell in love

I got the life for the minimum

Money we count by the Benjamin’s

Demrick

Stoney, stoney, yeah you know me

Back all by my lonely (back all by my lonely)

Bag full of fire for the real ones only (real ones only)

Phoney homies quick to turn they backs on me (turn they backs on me)

Just like my Woods, let ‘em all burn out slowly (all burn out slowly)

Stoney, stoney, yeah you know me

Back all by my lonely (back all by my lonely)

Bag full of fire for the real ones only (real ones only)

Phoney homies quick to to turn they backs on me (turn they backs on me)

Just like my Woods, let ‘em all burn out slowly (all burn out slowly)

B-Real

Loud, I roll it up

Blowing that cloud, you fold it up

My bro can’t hold it up

That bomb OG, I blow it up

Seeds, I sow 'em up

Can’t wait 'til I grow 'em up

That lean the pour it up

But it’s the insane that tore 'em up, uh

They take that hit, quit it

Show these hoes how we get it, get it

Pay a bitch quick, spit it

ATM in the lobby, hit it

Admit it, it’s that shit that got you lit

We burn it down

Turns up many pounds

Nah bitch, ain’t no slowing down

On that creek, shit is deep, you ain’t loud

Can’t hear a peep, you that sheep, follow me into a cloud

Burning slow in my paint, out of reach

We elevate beyond your station

Hear him preach!

Demrick

Stoney, stoney, yeah you know me

Back all by my lonely (back all by my lonely)

Bag full of fire for the real ones only (real ones only)

Phoney homies quick to turn they backs on me (turn they backs on me)

Just like my Woods, let ‘em all burn out slowly (all burn out slowly)

Stoney, stoney, yeah you know me

Back all by my lonely (back all by my lonely)

Bag full of fire for the real ones only (real ones only)

Phoney homies quick to to turn they backs on me (turn they backs on me)

Just like my Woods, let ‘em all burn out slowly (all burn out slowly)