Verse 1 Once upon a time I told the homie See that dude I'm a kill that nigga Ima shoot him dead cuz he owe me money Hold this for me Homie said naw OG u got all the money You the plug u got all the drugs in the city If u go to jail, it be a pity So he said, hold this for me Real nigga and on mamas I'm a kill niggaz Been down since day one, real nigga to real nigga Just hold me down when I get out Now it's bout time that I get out Boom boom boom boom bang bang Bullets fall like light rain poppin' Chorus We get it poppin' If u outta line We get it started We get it poppin' We get it poppin' I'm from the O we start it If u get retarded We get it poppin' Whatever u want Whatever u need Know that got it We get it poppin' Whatever u want From the coke to the weed Know that we got it We get it poppin' Verse 2 Once upon a time. I told the homie I got a big shipment coming downtown can u take it for me Hold up nigga Hold up nigga before u go down Let me tell u how it go down Quarter mill black duffle bag. If it's a different story roll out nigga Roll out nigga like a quarterback U shoot before u don't bring all that money back Click pow it's like that Don't get jacked Kingpin shit that king shit I been king since rice king Windy get it poplin' I got what u need King me Poppin' Repeat chorus Verse 2 Once upon a time I told the homies I heard some niggaz on the other side of town want to take my money Ain't that funny? Wish a nigga would I wish a nigga could Come try me on my own turf, that shit won't turn out good Cuz I shoot em up shoot em up bang bang Most of my homies gang bang U niggaz couldn't hide in Iraq Gun u down like it's Chiraq Never play about my stack Click clack better get back If u want that come get that Hoe ass nigga my trigger poppin' (poplin') Repeat chorus We get it poppin' x3

Chorus I sell dope (I sold dope but now I rap) but now I rap I got whatyouwant if you really need that My nigga come get it (if you need that) My nigga come get it (if you need that my nigga) Repeat x2 My nigga come get it Verse 1 (Emerson Windy) Windy go to bed like early in the morn When I go to bed my next door neighbor they still snoring (they sleep) I hustle all night late so Windy boy can have his way Got a lot of shit and got a lot of bills to pay My nigga Boston he flying in from port Miami He chillin' at the crib polishing my brand new semi Whatchu need my nigga pour yourself a shot of remi, DEA want me bad cuz I got them hustle bones all in me Next thing I know the Feds pulling down my driveway but I knew my cousin Rell would never let em find me I grab my bag of dope and never look behind me Praying on my downfall cuz in supplying wait Man this could be bad cuz Windy Boy just got his weight up Gotta go right now my nigga cuz I cannot wait up I'm in it to win it until the game is over I told Fashow, oh no no popo cannot pull us over Repeat Chorus Verse 2 (Pusha T) Innocent is as innocent does Everyone you call your family ain't your cuzz Cuz sometimes cuzz be the one that turn you over to the fuzz Cuzz ruined Christmas this year for my nigga buck See Buck was cookin up so that cuzz could make a plug But then the plug jammed cuzz and cuzz took em back to Buck Now Buck locked up, cuzz shootin' the duck and the niggaz on the corner buck was feeding like "fuck" Not on the holidays, your daughters wide awake The DEA is at your door and ain't no time to skate They guns drawn and the only thing that Buck could think Was cuzz helped me put the triv just the other day Now he spendin' money mat lock, summertime we was planning on them black drops Don't be bragging to your cellies bout your cash pops By the way, both your daughters ended up with laptops Merry Christmas nigga (If you need that my nigga) Repeat chorus once

Verse 1 Windy movin' like some keys like I'm on pianos Plus I got Timbo on grand piano Mafioso my connect say windy mazaleo All my niggaz high and they cannot see u Them blogs saying windy boy he dope as shit That got me couple haters all y'all suck my dick Everybody Windy buildin buzz and when I hit the booth I spit a lot of drugs O'side (O'side) Windy real O'sider, I'm from Westside Westcoast Windy real Westsider My uso homies call me Windy alafele, over Timbo drums I'm gon' kick that shit like Pele You better mind your fuckin business before I get to business If you don't want the business Mind your fuckin business Chorus My music sellin' like it's dope, my music sellin' like it's coke Worth my weight in gold like my shinning chain Windy poppin' true thang Repeat x 2 Verse 2 I said it, Windy worth his weight in gold I want a vault filled with gold nigga that's the goal I'm bouncing to this beat just like a six four Placed under extreme pressure half these niggaz (like paper) Windy got a song with 2 Chainz, Windy got a song with Pusha T, Windy got a song with Lil Wayne Bout to move them shits like crack did back in 83' When I get big I wanna be rich like 50, when we up in the club we gon be double fistin, when we hit Miami we hit them king if diamonds Fuck first class all my nigga flying private Awww yeah Whoop My music movin' like it's cocaine, that shit that give yo ass a nose bleed I could be beat with no hands Windy boy dope boy MVP Oooh Repeat chorus My music sellin' like it's dope (Ship ship ship) Repeat 3 more times

Chorus I always been the shit ever since day one Always kept it 100 no pun say sum And I always been the plug movin' with that Ricky Lake Sendin' loud pack in and out the state what they say I'm the man in this bitch Yes I am yes I am I'm the man in this bitch Yes I am yes I am I'm the man in this bitch Yes I am yes I am I'm the man in this bitch Yes I am yes I am I'm the man in this bitch Yes I am yes I am Whoop Verse 1 (Emerson Windy) Windy Boy the fuckin man, I'm the man in this bitch yes I am I am I'm livin' out all of my dreams I might jump up out a plane cuz I can I can (it's a bird, it's a plane) You fuck wit Windy Boy anything is possible Top of the food chain I'm alpha male just ask yo ho Why u no believe me bro? I go hard like scareface's nigga Manolo Oooh I never seen him he no friend of me (nah) Uh uuuh At best he just frienemy He say he want a quarter key (what??) get him out my face before we kill him (heee) Repeat chorus Verse 2 (Tooley Wopp) Im riding round getting it in a two sitter Ironic that I'm getting chicken in a coupe nigga Yacht master yellow gold with that blue shimmer In Diego with my Padres I'm that new pitcher If you ain't know you do now Counting feddi at the table and my crew round (there they go) True religion polo polo and some Hermes Got that bitch so wet I thought she was a mermaid bands on top bands out that bando Pulling strings like Pepe on that Banjo Yea I'm shining it don't help with all this jewelry And all them niggas right there yea they shoot for me Repeat chorus

Chorus Pull up top down bitches wanna know my name So many dimes in here I'm so glad I came I see two in the front Four in the middle Six on the side 1 in my rear view 2 in the front 4 in middle Every time I touch down it's a Merry go round round round round round round round whoa whoa whoa It's like a Merry go round round round round round round round Verse 1 (Emerson Windy) My favorite thing about Windy being a rapstar I pull up to the club everybody fuck wit Windy (that's right) STOP I be like Mustard on that beat HO Okay (whoop) everybody move ya feet Up in the club we like ini miney moe A bunch of bad bitches in the club my nigga how u pick one But when your Windy Boy u ain't gotta Got my pick at bad bitches like Windy Boy won the lotto You see that bad bitch you wanna switch I gotta a bad one already so I throw the assist and like Chris Paul Windy came to ball y'all I'm the man in this bitch I stand tall y'all Awww yeah Whoop Baby whatcha wanna do Can't fuck Windy Boy unless u got a whole crew Tell your girl don't act brand new cuz if you do then we pull off in my homeboy brand new white coupe Repeat chorus Verse 2 (Tooley Wopp) Here i go with ya sister and ya cousin Real certified player bet you wish a nigga wasn't My life on me they wanna KNOW tha name, cute face, phat booty ma we can do the thang What up tell ya homegirl she wanna come too You gone bust, Ima nut she gone cum too Straight up you can hate it but these hoes love it, in the club wilding out like I'm on something Grade A first class blue ribbon Keep my money in pocket this is true pimppin' I aint nothing like all of you other fools slipping' You couldnt stop my game if you had two Pippens A bruce bowen and a artest I shoot my balls at ya girl all net Pull up top down on the Corvette, If I aint a hot boy then what you call that Repeat chorus

Narration Herojuana is a particularly strong strain of medical marijuana The affects are potent enough to put a new user into heroine like state If you're not careful you can feel like your losing your fucking mind Your heart may slow down to the point that your high ass may not even be able to tell it's beating Or it may speed Who the hell knows It's new Here's a tip Calm down and don't be a bitch Remember it's just weed and you like weed Now do as Weedman Windy says Herojuana Chorus Awww shit I think he on a bad trip He think he rollin' like he on some of that Molly or that acid Herojuana Verse 1 (Emerson Windy) That bomb that ganja that feel like heroine It can pick up or it can bring it do weird shit to your cranium Sativa or that indica Up or down what the fuck u want This here is that Herojuana this Herojuana is a Trippy drug (god damn I'm high) White said "Weedman I'm on a bad trip" (shut up) You just fucked up u never had this I suggest you stop smoking that bad shit Switch your game up now go on flame up we done switch the game up God damn Which star we on Music and marijuana get your Marley on Light that spliff and burn ya ganja make you rastafari like Damian Pass the Ganji on the left un side Call Weedman if you wanna get real high 555-420-WEED if you wanna try it Get a little higher my youth Narration Herojuana it's not for the faint of heart but it's fucking amazing for those who can handle the ride There's a thin line between trippin bad and super trippy just like there's a thin between love and hate Hate it or love it There's nothing above it Herojuana Repeat chorus Verse 2 (Tooley Wopp) I got it if u need it on the lowkey this that Herojuana OG listen here if you OT, I get it too ya door for the 4-3 In and outdo on me homie just say where, may i suggest to you next day air Oceanside nigga and mines is that killA and I'm on board like a chess game playa You talking bout Blueberry Haze, this right here is how you do Mary Jane You call up Kiesha, dial up Irene twist 'em all down and you have a train Cali kush now do you have a brain, probably not Smokers go brain dead off this kind of pot At the weedman house bought to buy a lot like what kind you got 2x Naw if it aint no OG Kush weed bag Then you better gon head and keep that 2x Narration Herojuana This shit is stronger than the laced pot Angel gave Smokey in the movie Friday Not only will u find yourself naked in a chicken coup for no apparent reason You will be doing so while quoting Rick James Say it It's a hell of a drug Herojuana Weedman Windy Tooley Wopp Mike Will Made It Herojuana Herojuana

Verse 1 I love seeing people weeding pack up on that and get weeded keep smoking all your weedies people getting weeded people getting weeded people getting weeded people getting weeded weeded (!llmind mixin) The thing that Windy love about the dopa It don't fuck you up like the coca (tha coca) When I sell my weed to the people I know I'm uplifting they life through the weed smoke This shit helped Windy get his cheese up (cheese up) I know this shit safer than peanuts You can blow a whole bag in just two minutes It's gonna make you high enough to see Jesus I know this shit can kill cancer It's bring folks together just like them high school dances If you get locked up fortunately they give you more chances If you got questions, then Windy got the answers CHORUS Pass that mothafuckin' Peace Pipe, CHIEF Blow a bag with me Blow a bag with me (CHIEF) Blow a bag, blow a bag Pass that mothafuckin' Peace Pipe, CHIEF Blow a bag with me Blow a bag with me (CHIEF) Blow a bag, blow a bag Pass that mothafuckin' Peace Pipe, CHIEF Smoke weed it's real good for u, keeps u cool when u need it to. If u can smoke just one blunt a day. It will keep the doctor away Please pass that Peace Pipe, CHIEF Blow a bag with me Blow a bag with me (CHIEF) Blow a bag, blow a bag Pass that mothafuckin' Peace Pipe, CHIEF Blow a bag with me Blow a bag with me (CHIEF) Blow a bag, blow a bag Pass that mothafuckin' Peace Pipe Verse 2 They love Windy cause Weedman weed the people I think I should run for President I'd let the people smoke their weed bro They call me CHIEF up in this bitch, ho Windy know a rap-a-ho (heya heya) Windy Boy a rap-a-ho (mic checka) I'm a certified trap-a-ho Gotta sell my dope, bitch I gotta go If you like this shit, then light this shit go smoke it Let it enter your lungs baby, just hold it Odelay Smoke the peace pipe, I'm Nostradamus Windy I could end a whole world just with my smokes Pass that mothafuckin' Peace Pipe, CHIEF Blow a bag with me Blow a bag with me (CHIEF) Blow a bag, blow a bag Pass that mothafucki'n Peace Pipe, CHIEF Blow a bag with me Blow a bag with me (CHIEF) Blow a bag, blow a bag Pass that mothafuckin' Peace Pipe, CHIEF Repeat bridge Please pass that Peace Pipe, CHIEF Blow a bag with me Blow a bag with me (CHIEF) Blow a bag, blow a bag Pass that mothafuckin' Peace Pipe, CHIEF Blow a bag with me Blow a bag with me (CHIEF) Blow a bag, blow a bag Pass that mothafuckin' Peace Pipe Repeat bridge ###

Chorus Am I am I what I am is whatchu ain't all y'all nigga make believe all you bitches fuckin fake Am I am I what I am is whatchu ain't While y'all niggaz chasing dreams I'm chasing hate I'm chasing hate I'm chasing hate I'm chasing hate I'm chasing hate I'm chasing hate Verse 1 Some niggaz hate they haters but no not Windy These haters doing Weedman a favor, these haters my motivation When they at the crib in they bedroom or they car along they flip the the dial and put Windy on and wanna give the kid a standing ovation One thing that true these haters are my biggest fans You mad at Windy why? Cuz I'm the fuckin man! I'm the man you wish you could be but you can't Got my name all in your mouth like dick nigga how's it taste?! I'll runyouhaters down like I'm Usain Bolt You love me so much you hate me you wanna cut your throat ooh I'm bout to blow up real big If you mad at that nigga watch this Repeat chorus Verse 2 If anything that Windy said kinda piss you off, You a hater on my dick would you please get off (dick ridin Windy) Windy let them haters hate Windy boy no change I do thang the Windy Way oooow If I had one cent for every time a hater hate, I'd have enough money to buy my way into the the pearly gates I'd have more money than that nigga Bill Gates Windy chasing hate mufucka make my day I love when all the hate comes in I put the shit in lotion and rub it on my skin (Oil of LaHate) Damn that shit feel real good, send me some more I'm gon' rub it in real good Oooow Repeat chorus

I got these diamonds all in my chains Haters wanna know where I got my money from My money from My money from My money from Ain’t never been a lame (aye) Life still the same, just got my money up My money up My money up (now we bout to spend) Bout to hit the club until we smash out Buying up the bar until we pass out (money up) I’m know I’m star until I cash out I got my money up My money up My money up My money up Verse One (2 Chainz) Lyrics unavailable (Hook) Second Verse (Emerson Windy) (Oside) I got these diamonds all in my grill hoe I keep Benjamins in my billfold My family’s what I kill for They call me Emerson Windy bitch you know Hip hop is what I do it for Put a milli up on that YouTube I’m on the airwaves I get airplay They call airplanes, I’m famous (Awww Yeah) Whoop Don’t blame me, that’s the way the O raised me I’m a baller baby, I do what I like so that’s why you’ll never change me See I can grab my nuts while you boo-hoo and that’s something you can’t do You mad at me? You should be mad at god cuz that’s the way the dude made you one ring, two ring, pinky ring three I’m from the west coast where them niggas ride on them gold Ds on 3s I got these diamonds all in my chain I got loud, I got dope for sale They call me Windy Boy, that Weedman I hand to hand my dope, Awww Yeah Windy (Hook) Third Verse (Hofa Bang) Now why they hating on me