I like my Rap. N one of my all time faves is Juicy.......so here goes
Uhh.....its all good baby baby.
It was all a dream, a used to read 420 magazine.....salt n pepper chips. N sunny D was the cuisine. Stickin posters on my wall.....saying take me to your dealer. And ones of Bob Marl. Sometimes ad rise a bucket....n the fucker would pop. Smoking weed in Glesga.....gettin chased aff a cop.
Way back, when a had the black n white KAPPA track......with the flame hat to match. A remember my dog Duke....he could run far. A never thought my interest in weed.....woulda took me this far.
Now am on the TALK right!.....n ma buds are tight. No dealers gettin paid.....growing trees high as the world trade. Coco grower.....opposite of a mud slinger. A remember gettin bombers from joints.....that was a right stinger.
Peace to MC, Bud Lightyear n Blue......keeping this place together, for old and new. Am growing weed like you knew a would.....different crib, same number, same hood. Its all good.
And if ye couldnt grow, now you grow talker
I made the change, from the bud not being nice......to growing good personal n chattin with Ice. Now what can a say, I smoke cheese at my work all day.....spread love, its the TALKS way. Jack n lemonade keep me tipsy.....my dealers burd used to kiss me. Now she sends texts, cause she miss me.
I never thought it could happen, this growing stuff......I was to used to smoking rocky n guff. Now me and buds are close, like butter on toast.....From Maryhill, down to Saltcoats. Big grow in Queenslie estate.....gettin chopped in weeks. Some talkers dont get me.....cause of how a speak.
Been a Talker for years.....puttin smiles on faces, n even some tears. My lunches, and brunches gettin posted on threads......Jumper comes in, and shakes his fuckin head. All different types on the Talk, from the hills to the hood......and all our bud is good.
And if you couldnt grow, now you grow Talker
Got rhymes for days me man lol
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