O.C. and Buckwild Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Burn Me Slow

Check it out, it takes skill y'all, for them to fill y'all

 And in the end it's dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

 So long I awaited, in the end you contemplated

 Now O.C. cuts the highly anticipated

 Forget all the braggadocio shit you hear

 Say more voices in the air while I refresh in the air, word

 Thought that I was gone, huh, temporary setback

 Made me analyze what I do, and be the best at

 Gusto, I got it on lock, a sack of marijuana

 Being sold by the dreads, I got the good stuff

 Inhale on it, smell the aroma blessed

 Let it comatose ya, I'm feeling a rush, well you're supposed to

 Mold me, toke me, hold me in for five seconds

 Then exhale, then maybe you can tell if I'm potent

 See font to leave it, a cheeba cheeba cheeba

 Like coated with honey base, kill the taste, burn me slow

 

 Drag on me, yeah, just as long as you can pull it

 Now shotgun, cause I be number one with a bullet

 Who got some? The second hand smoke's in the air

 Contact, oh my, I'm a get you so high

 

 Drag on my words like an herb from a peace pipe

 But extra mash out, I sprinkle hashish on the mic

 Then pop a top on a Guiness giving me clout

 Some say it give a stiff one, shorty ask did I drink a stout

 The mind mix like Heinie and sensimilla

 This goes to my niggas in and outside of Medina

 My chariot carries me to thorough boroughs

 Puffing the underground trail, traying to escape like Harriet

 It don't make sense but it makes cents

 Dollars and cents, making the last couple of lines too dense

 So when you see me rocking a party like Reggae Sunplash

 Don't bust shots, son, my face to your man and give a shotgun

 

 Burn me slow, drag on me as long as you can pull it

 Now shotgun, cause I be number one with a bullet

 Who got some? The second hand smoke's in the air

 Contact, oh my, I'm a get you so high (Repeat 2x)

 

 So while you're lining your L's, unwind ya high buddah blessed

 Some charm, taking you to a higher place of praise

 Soaking in, opening the chamber in your mind you're focusing

 I wrote this in a mindstate of cheeba essence

 Buckwild, beating your eardrums with Thai sticks

 Like tapping bags of weed, he tapping snares and kicks

 What? To the dick and you don't quit

 Roll up that O.C. sack and then spark that shit

 it's all love baby, twist me tight and then kiss me

 Pull on me slow so I burn nice and gently *inhales*

 Drag it, puff the magic, lavish it

 Make me a routine smoke, like a bad habit

 Meant to be in this game, play out our role

 To manage this beat, I keep growing mad like canibus

 

 Burn me slow, drag on me as long as you can pull it

 Now shotgun, cause I be number one with a bullet

 Who got some? The second hand smoke's in the air

 Contact, oh my, I'm a get you so high (Repeat 2x)