Artist: Shawn Wigs f/ Crunch Lo Album: The 45 King Song: Accapoco Gold Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: sample (Crunch Lo)] No stems, no seeds, that you don't need Accapoco Gold, some bad ass weed (Yo, where the Dutch at? Yo yo, I got that golden You bugging... look at him...) [Shawn Wigs] I smoke way more trees, than your trash after Christmas Purple Haze with Gerder's, and chocolate swiss miss For rocking hash, my stash look like a brownie box Forget the fifty g's and twenties, big rubberband knots It's Duncan Hines, chocolate goose, special edition That's twelve hundred a bottle, let's keep it out the kitchen I change position, ruby T-Bone, strain your vision Too many stones to catch, I ain't a mathematician It fit though, my shit look like Disney on Ice To be the boss, you gotta pay the price, go get ya dice... Uh-huh, that's right, I'm back G. I got five G's, what? Pushas pay, I pay double... [Crunch Lo] I walk tall, with a lumberjack stick, I throw fits on mics We in here, so all ya niggas tuck ya ice Get nice, with all kinds of yac, straight to the face With no chase, I spit a verse of the toxic waste Biohazard, project hallways, where it's crafted My doolas is official, and ya'll is rough drafted Master the haze smoke, decorated with crystals Since a little youth, been in love with the pistols Split 'em like an atom, Crunch Lo, be Eienstein Formulas to blow, like pipe bombs and land mines War exercise, who wanna be the next to fry B-Boy bangas, for Columbian neckties We wet guys, and adversary dudes run through ya Wild in the streets, like the surgeons in Fallujah