(feat. Poppa L.Q.)

[Chorus: Yukmouth]

P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)

P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)


[Yukmouth]
Surpress the brown (*##$ up in the Crown Vic's

Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it
gets around it while ^!$$%s quit (woah!)
This (*##$ look better than Whitney, lick her !@%$

Cause ^!$$%s say the #~!!@ be the stick-icky
One puff'll turn your brain cells to dust
Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness

Suck her up, but there's a million (*##$es just like her
Even !@()s try to $#&@ her in the cypher with the lighter
Puttin' the dick on the $$# an', everybody cashin, blackin

Latino mother$#&@ers know they be mashin
^!$$% like whas' happenin'?
You can keep them sassy the dickey used to

Nicky Bone to top to dump the hash in
My partners they be askin' Mr. Y-U-K
Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin'?

With a hundred gun and a hundred click
to the sto', they get phillies
To we get blunted as we wanna get


[Chorus: Yukmouth]
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S

We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S

We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)


[Poppa L.Q.]
I takes my gat with a phillie I don't need no quote
Now boss player this is how I like to blow my smoke

I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back
of a building, top player, makin' a little bits with a cup up of spit
It makes me sick and upset when it's spit and silly

whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet
It doesn't matter, rich or po', I couldn't care less bro
It mixes when I'm out and let the mother$#&@er smoke no hoe

I shake the bud mary-tramps, the one that tried to shove the weed up the fifth
Without givin' up no @@#!er food stamps
I know they want it, but smokin' for free, I don't condone it

Don't put your crusty lips on it if you ain't got no chips on it
I spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out here
And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here

You're doin' too much catin' in the cypher wit'cha
lighter, tryin' to flick your big, if you ain't got no skits, you can't get hit


[Chorus: Yukmouth]
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies

(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies

(I wanna get blunted my brother)

[The Luniz & Poppa L.Q.]

How many blunts do you blow on the daily
Many money I blow many, many, many
I smoke plenty (well, won't your black $$# quit being stingy)

I'm not greedy (well, where's that weed fiend?)
(You better quit smokin' those beadys in my fo' hun)
(Blow one for the po-one)

(^!$$%, don't you owe one?) (Act like ya know one)
No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs
($#&@ the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs)

But no fund, no gas money
(Well, even if a dummy has money)
(He'll be a dumber dummy then bin his $$# money)
My blunt is my keeper like cash money
Blast money, stash money, the last money was considered

bombs, stick, green grass money
Roll, but next time, I'ma put a little to the side (hash money)

[Yukmouth]
Hey ^!$$% I started smellin' weed and hella weed

then I started sellin' weed
(*##$ be tellin' me, they wanna smoke
to catch Mozik than a spellin' bee
Cause I smoke they $$# under the table
The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie


[Poppa L.Q.]
I got that feelin' again, let's smoke that acrylin'
again, I said you willin' again, then we can walk the Poppa-ceiling again
I storms in like a mighty blast of wind

Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an' (Aaahhh!) [Cough]

(High powered %#@!, tell that ^!$$% down the road to roll the %#@! up man)
(Man y'all ^!$$%s need to quit this %#@!)
(^!$$%, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this %#@!)
(Man, you already know do')


[Numskull]
$#&@ around and smoke the sprayed up
^!$$% be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up
Smellin' like $$# hemp's and grine, @@#!y mouth
chap lips, $#&@in' off all the poo-nanny
If y'all gonna smoke I'll be the designated weed roller

Call me Numboy, the mother$#&@in' seed roller
But you gotta crack the window though
Cause me and the lads like Whoopi Goldberg in centerfolds
Drink-a-lot never like to think-a-lot
^!$$% I don't smoke no more cause I don't like the stank-a-lot

^!$$% I'm drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too ^!$$%

$#&@, how you gonna say that %#@! ^!$$% if you be smokin' cigarettes ($#&@ y'all)
And me ^!$$%, (I wanna get blunted my brother)
You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a ^!$$%
$#&@ you ^!$$%, %#@!ty $$# ^!$$%s ($#&@ you ^!$$%)
Smell like straight dookie [echoes]
[Laughter till fade]