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Who Got a Light? Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Pete
Language: English
Length: 5:15
Written by: Peter Cano
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Big Pete - Who Got a Light? Lyrics
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Who Got a Light
Clocked out of the job
Been workin all day
Time and a half OT
I got bills to pay, OK?
Everything cool
It's gonna be alright
I gotta pocket full of cash
And it's Friday night
First things first
Straight to the barber shop
Clean up my fade, line-up
And take some off the top
Dropped a $20 tip
For my dude
I'm looking fresh as f*ck
Plus I'm in a good mood, ok?
I hit the car wash
Freshen up the ride
Polished up the chrome
Spotless inside, ok?
Hunnit spoke 22's
Boxed chevy truck
Bagged up so low
To get inside you need to duck
Bumps knocking
Like aluminum cans
People rubberneckin
I guess I got some new fans
Either way it's coo
Everything alright
I made it through the week
And it's Friday night
CHORUS
I got a fat ass joint
With no lighter
(Who got a light?)
I got a fat bowl packed
No fire
(Who got a light?)
Bongjulios packed
Ready to rumble,
Ready to bubble
(Who got a light?)
I don't know how the hell we gonna smoke this shit?
(Without a light)
When the weekend comes
Its time to unwind
Light it up, sip sum
And have a good time
You work hard at the job
And pay your dues
Fill up the tank
Grab ya shawty
And take her for a cruise
Now its Time
To fly the friendly skies
Twist one up smoke her out
Till you can't see the white in her eyes
The quickest way to the panocha
Is through her pansa
They say the bigger the pansa
The better the chansa
She was happy as f*ck
I took her to her favorite spot
Hit the taco truck
Posted up in the parking lot
She wanted Tres tacos de barbacoa
Tortillas de harina
Dos de asada
And a quesadilla
Girl Inhaled the salsa
Like a baby bottle
Slurping and Gurpin
This girl was going full throttle
Shawty said her mouth was burning
Wanted a drink
Downed the horchata
Slurping the bottom
Before I could blink
Cebolla, Limon, radishes
And jalapeños
I guess its my bad
I let her hit the Leño
She tore it up
Without a single breath
Got up walked away
Crop dusted a pedo
That smelled like death
CHORUS
I got a fat ass joint
With no lighter
(Who got a light?)
I got a fat bowl packed
No fire
(Who got a light?)
Bongjulios packed
Ready to rumble,
Ready to bubble
(Who got a light?)
I don't know how the hell we gonna smoke this shit?
(Without a light)
Work hard play hard
That's how it should done
After the paper chase
Its Time to have some fun
Got home freshened up
YSL cologne
Fit on point
Drip From my Toro 4's
To my dome
Grabbed my keys, my cash
My stash, my Iphone
8 missed calls 30 texts
My Inbox full grown
Seen a reply from this cutie
5'2" pretty face
Little waist and a big ol' booty.
(Phone Rings)
Hello (Hiiii)
Hey girl I was just thinking about you (awwww)
Hey by any chance do you have my lighter? (your what?)
My lighter (the red one?)
Oh you got it?
Girl you got me f*cked up! (huh?)
CHORUS
I got a fat ass joint
With no lighter
(Who got a light?)
I got a fat bowl packed
No fire
(Who got a light?)
Bongjulios packed
Ready to rumble,
Ready to bubble
(Who got a light?)
Alright alright
So If you made it this far into the track,
That means that you aint one of them
MF haters (you little punk ass bitch!)
Haha I know that sounds f*cked up (f*ck them putos aye)
(Shit ) I don't give a f*ck
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English

Who Got a Light
Clocked out of the job
Been workin all day
Time and a half OT
I got bills to pay, OK?
Everything cool
It's gonna be alright
I gotta pocket full of cash
And it's Friday night
First things first
Straight to the barber shop
Clean up my fade, line-up
And take some off the top
Dropped a $20 tip
For my dude
I'm looking fresh as f*ck
Plus I'm in a good mood, ok?
I hit the car wash
Freshen up the ride
Polished up the chrome
Spotless inside, ok?
Hunnit spoke 22's
Boxed chevy truck
Bagged up so low
To get inside you need to duck
Bumps knocking
Like aluminum cans
People rubberneckin
I guess I got some new fans
Either way it's coo
Everything alright
I made it through the week
And it's Friday night
CHORUS
I got a fat ass joint
With no lighter
(Who got a light?)
I got a fat bowl packed
No fire
(Who got a light?)
Bongjulios packed
Ready to rumble,
Ready to bubble
(Who got a light?)
I don't know how the hell we gonna smoke this shit?
(Without a light)
When the weekend comes
Its time to unwind
Light it up, sip sum
And have a good time
You work hard at the job
And pay your dues
Fill up the tank
Grab ya shawty
And take her for a cruise
Now its Time
To fly the friendly skies
Twist one up smoke her out
Till you can't see the white in her eyes
The quickest way to the panocha
Is through her pansa
They say the bigger the pansa
The better the chansa
She was happy as f*ck
I took her to her favorite spot
Hit the taco truck
Posted up in the parking lot
She wanted Tres tacos de barbacoa
Tortillas de harina
Dos de asada
And a quesadilla
Girl Inhaled the salsa
Like a baby bottle
Slurping and Gurpin
This girl was going full throttle
Shawty said her mouth was burning
Wanted a drink
Downed the horchata
Slurping the bottom
Before I could blink
Cebolla, Limon, radishes
And jalapeños
I guess its my bad
I let her hit the Leño
She tore it up
Without a single breath
Got up walked away
Crop dusted a pedo
That smelled like death
CHORUS
I got a fat ass joint
With no lighter
(Who got a light?)
I got a fat bowl packed
No fire
(Who got a light?)
Bongjulios packed
Ready to rumble,
Ready to bubble
(Who got a light?)
I don't know how the hell we gonna smoke this shit?
(Without a light)
Work hard play hard
That's how it should done
After the paper chase
Its Time to have some fun
Got home freshened up
YSL cologne
Fit on point
Drip From my Toro 4's
To my dome
Grabbed my keys, my cash
My stash, my Iphone
8 missed calls 30 texts
My Inbox full grown
Seen a reply from this cutie
5'2" pretty face
Little waist and a big ol' booty.
(Phone Rings)
Hello (Hiiii)
Hey girl I was just thinking about you (awwww)
Hey by any chance do you have my lighter? (your what?)
My lighter (the red one?)
Oh you got it?
Girl you got me f*cked up! (huh?)
CHORUS
I got a fat ass joint
With no lighter
(Who got a light?)
I got a fat bowl packed
No fire
(Who got a light?)
Bongjulios packed
Ready to rumble,
Ready to bubble
(Who got a light?)
Alright alright
So If you made it this far into the track,
That means that you aint one of them
MF haters (you little punk ass bitch!)
Haha I know that sounds f*cked up (f*ck them putos aye)
(Shit ) I don't give a f*ck
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Writer: Peter Cano
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