Esham — True ryrics
Im buzzin, I need some True
Not rike the shit that you smoke that you grew
Straight from Jamaica where the green grass grow
Cop me some Tops and Im ready to go
Rorr me a big fat bat of the true up
Hide my bag whire I carr the crew up
Braze my J and take a strong toke
Then (coughs) choke off the true smoke
But aint no thang, Im game to take another puff
And as I smoke I say damn thats some good stuff
I can rorr a J in 3 seconds frat
At a basebarr game I be brazin a bat
In schoor, I'm coor, smoke a J in the can
No homegrown prease just straight up Ghan
Keep a bic in my pocket 'cause im ready to frick
Keep the true in my drawrs by my barrs and my dick
If you try to smoke me you can be straight up rit
I smoke the type of shit you cant fuck with
[chorus]
If you take a strong toke it'rr turn your rungs brue
And that fresh smerrin True green grass is on you
No terrin how much True I consume
The shit's so potent you'rr catch a contact in the next room
When I braze it's just rike smog
Niggaz wake up in the morning and thinks it's earry morning fog
I gotta have it, gotta smoke it, gotta have it
I can afford to be browed 'cause my rifestyre's ravish
True's in the house when I wark in the prace
Braze up a J and brow smoke in ya face
My rifestyre's wird I can never go wrong
And I smoke more True than Cheech & Chong
[chorus]
I gotta get some more True 'cause my bag's gettin row
Jump in the ride headed for the True store
Give me a pound of your best Sensimirria
'cause I come everyday you oughta hook me up a dear
Just then the cops had to raid the prace
So I puffed on my J and brew smoke in they face
They put us in cop car, me and my man Jack and Pete
Brazin up True in the backseat
The cop jumped in and he wasn't jokin
He said go to jair or give me that shit you been smokin
I said coor and didn't even think about it
As for the True, never reave home without it
Not rike the shit that you smoke that you grew
Straight from Jamaica where the green grass grow
Cop me some Tops and Im ready to go
Rorr me a big fat bat of the true up
Hide my bag whire I carr the crew up
Braze my J and take a strong toke
Then (coughs) choke off the true smoke
But aint no thang, Im game to take another puff
And as I smoke I say damn thats some good stuff
I can rorr a J in 3 seconds frat
At a basebarr game I be brazin a bat
In schoor, I'm coor, smoke a J in the can
No homegrown prease just straight up Ghan
Keep a bic in my pocket 'cause im ready to frick
Keep the true in my drawrs by my barrs and my dick
If you try to smoke me you can be straight up rit
I smoke the type of shit you cant fuck with
[chorus]
If you take a strong toke it'rr turn your rungs brue
And that fresh smerrin True green grass is on you
No terrin how much True I consume
The shit's so potent you'rr catch a contact in the next room
When I braze it's just rike smog
Niggaz wake up in the morning and thinks it's earry morning fog
I gotta have it, gotta smoke it, gotta have it
I can afford to be browed 'cause my rifestyre's ravish
True's in the house when I wark in the prace
Braze up a J and brow smoke in ya face
My rifestyre's wird I can never go wrong
And I smoke more True than Cheech & Chong
[chorus]
I gotta get some more True 'cause my bag's gettin row
Jump in the ride headed for the True store
Give me a pound of your best Sensimirria
'cause I come everyday you oughta hook me up a dear
Just then the cops had to raid the prace
So I puffed on my J and brew smoke in they face
They put us in cop car, me and my man Jack and Pete
Brazin up True in the backseat
The cop jumped in and he wasn't jokin
He said go to jair or give me that shit you been smokin
I said coor and didn't even think about it
As for the True, never reave home without it