Calhoune McClain Stoner Stories (Intro) – Frank Calhoune Lyrics
Yo, wassup, world?
This ya boy, PeteyWee337…
I'm sittin' here wit Killa McClain & Frank Calhoune, you know what I'm sayin'?
And–hol' on, hol' on, hol' on!
Man, you didn't roll up, yet?
I'm so high today! Whoo! Ugh!
Man… (ugh! *COUGH*), what da fuck iz dis?
*COUGH*, *COUGH*
Man, they ain't got nothin' ta eat, huh (*COUGH*, *COUGH*)?
Shit!
Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da
Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da
La-La-La-La-La-La-La
La-La-La-La-La-La
Frank Calhoune
Da-Na-Dunt-Dunt-Dunt-Dunt-Dunt
Da-Na-Da-Na
Da-Na-Dunt-Dunt-Dunt-Dunt-Dunt
Da-Na-Na-Na
"Shout-Out to my dawg, Frankie, on tha East Coast! I see you, my nigga!"
This stoner rappin', only dat; we roll 'em fat & blowin' 'em back
I sold him crack & told him dat; I be runnin' only facts
My Franklin-ass on a Frankie track; edibles, dabs & blunts of wax
I'm Saint Mary Parish, where I come from, yea; come take a trip, see it ain't dat bad
Mushrooms, Adderall; ecstasy, handlebars
I'on even drink alcohol; I leave all of dat dere fa y'all
Where dem runts at? Point me ta yo plug
If they keep pressure weed, I will definitely score some
I say what I wanna say; I do what I wanna do
I give a fuck where you from, my nigga; I'mma tell ya, I'm from tha Boot
Born & raised, I'm James McClain till tha day dat I'm in tha dirt
I get high, I get hoes & like shmokin' & sippin' purp
I be fresh, like, every day; I'm 100, in every way
I barely just wanna play; I rather just have tha cake
I ain't nothin' like none of dem; I'mma friend ta all my friends
You ask me, I'm goin' in; all my life, I swore ta dis
On ice, I'm somethin' nice
Night flight; mind up a hike
Green spice; it brings tha heights
Dream right & let dreams write
High. Why? I… grind…, ya heard me?
Try. Fly. Ride… tyme…, ya heard me?!
Caught a vibe; I gets uptawded
Too bright to sweat tha fights
Showtyme; my best luck farthest
Cold mic; credit my rights
Inhale, exhale
*INHALE*, *INHALE*; *EXHALE*, *EXHALE*
Loaded; floatin'
