Dragan - Pass That

Hey my homie won't you pass that shit. Pass that shit, right over here
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit. Pass that shit, right over here
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit. Pass that shit, right over here
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit. Pass that shit, right over here
All about the magical. All around imaginable
Just think of the glass as half full, in a pool break rhythm in two with slick moves
Hit you with smoke and all. When enter the room, the flow demand, yeah
Kick grooves like a Partizan, I feel it hidden in ya body hun, alike Mardi Gras
Hold me back. I put the business in my pocket never holding back
Ya bones collapse, like on ya back, a rhino, with full size attack, with a bomber bat
Like bomber man I bomb ya head. Funk rhythm with a party hat, running on the map
I'm a thunder cat, put ya tongue on tha, cold glass just poor one more and pass it
Or get ya ass kicked, I flip the magic, the script I adjust
And hit the static. Hate I have it and translate my frustrations with flow hits
Cold bits in my mouth I feel them, wheel them in and heal them, they heal me
Funk lines on the tape so freely. Drunk drive on the lane keep wielding
All up in the mind like daydreams. Roll up in a blunt we stay here
Pull up with a bat now face it. Frustration of a nation
So stumble on the amazing. Deep state like Gandhi and run the
Engine like a locomotive, ah, we keep on blazing, so
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit. Pass that shit, right over here
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit. Pass that shit, right over here
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit. Pass that shit, right over here
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit. Pass that shit, right over here
Pass this like an open mic. Fat shift when I hold it tight
Flash bang cuz I give ya now the rhythm make ya move an arm
And feeling dizzy while ya getting busy
Centre piece up on the stage, when I give rage, then I get range
Come and explain, why we on chain, why we on lane, loving the pain
Numb another brain on the vane with a template
Come and nod ya head in the scene for the mind stake
In the battle raw with a pen make a crime rate
Switch ways on the floor where the blood lay
Get blinded by the lights and excite. Damage ears with speakers on right
Smell the scent of liquor all night.Tell them tales in rhythm on sight
Now smoke exhale on skin it feel right. See the crowd is rising like fight
Hear the chants and pull it off right. The tempo on hyped like a Partizan
Shoot bars in ya bloody face, tem pa in the race, kick haters in the face
Slingshot like I'm blowing smoke, Dra gan, stay full of soul, control
Hit em with a wave, hidden in the bass. Melt together to slick shots in rain
Bend the stage with full flames. Run the puns in tha brain, like going insane
Hit it with purpose, searching, deep in the self it's working, worth it, flirt with
These tunes be lurking. Pass it over no aversion
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit. Pass that shit, right over here
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit. Pass that shit, right over here
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit. Pass that shit, right over here
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit. Pass that shit, right over here

Written by:
Dragan Pevulja

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