Blunt G. - Welcome 2 Tha Life Lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen...
Welcome to the world...
Of the original Blunt G. aha!

Yeah
Turn dat bitch up
Yeah right there, right there
F*ck em!

Welcome to the life of the boy Blunt G. Welcome to the life of me
Welcome to the life of the boy Blunt G. Welcome to the life of me

Welcome to the life of the boy Blunt G. Welcome to the life of me
I say, welcome to the life of the boy Blunt G. Welcome to the life of me

Now roll up and get lit and take a lil journey wit me
I was born in Florida but now I live in Memphis,Tennessee
And I be, Sippin on that Memphis lean
Put me all the way to sleep. Nappin on designer sheets
But I'ma keep... rockin tho. Stoppin hoes. Jockin em
Ratchet bitches not on my radar; dopplar
Killed the pussy; buried in the graveyard proper
You need to get cha life
F*ckin wit the boy Blunt G. I'ma getcha right
I don't pay tax on my weed. I'm Wesley Snipes
Took a trip to Tampa; came back wit, 3 different types
And I'ma get it in in the end
F*ck the police! Oops I don't mean to offend
I guess I overdosed on the blunts, once again
This rap shit. That's my job so I'm punchin in

Welcome to the life of the boy Blunt G. Welcome to the life of me
I say, welcome to the life of the boy Blunt G. Welcome to the life of me

Welcome to the life of the boy Blunt G. Welcome to the life of me
I say, welcome to the life of the boy Blunt G. Welcome to the life of me

You know my name now. Blunt G. told ya that
I'm from the Southern state. The one that's shaped like a gat
I like dem hoes that can back it up, thought it was Juvie
I had to grab it and touch it so I told her, excuse me
Baby girl... can I hit it?
Where's yo phone?... get my digits
I'm high and I'm fly; I'm gone, so I guess I flew
Spit the sick shit, I need six Tylenol flu's
I'm doin what I do's. I dust them haters off
I put my dick on a bitch. And then I get lost
There's more in Florida than Miami and Rick Ross
I am not throwin shade if the shade get tossed
She said, watch the way I walk
So I put my eyez on her. Her booty beatin like a heart
I hit the gas like a go-kart; so high
Weezy got no ceiling; But me I got no sky
Nope, I don't sell dope but I'm a dope guy
I might ball on a nigga like Drexler Clyde
I mean, Clyde Drexler
And if a bitch ain't tryna f*ck wit me, I ain't bout to stress her
I get the weed out the top drawer of my dresser
I roll it up; I don't give a f*ck; Smokin pressure
I guess it's jus the life of a nigga like me
The life of the boy Blunt G. nigga!