Weed Song
(Bizzy Bone)
-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
You know we gotta have a weed song (Weed song)...Ooh
-Bizzy Bone-
When they always gotta weed song, lovin one of my families, high/ I know a few of you got issues cause evils been out ta get ya/ Keep ya family high, light up the reefa for a stave uh na/ Family high, when I die, we gone make some dollas baby real enough ta holla holla/ Been smokin marijuana wit my niggas, been smokin marijuana witta my momma/ Livin up Cleveland now (For life) and livin off weed and bobs/ Been plenty of niggas with seeds and stressed/ And its trib(?) hey don't put it on me, don't put it on me/ Look at me, I'm high/ I got some money I can let the shit dry/ If it's sticky than its sticky oooh, I sure high/ She keeps me let me see it up under the ride
-Weezy-(Big B)-Chorus-
Get blinded (Pass the reefa, smoke it too)/ It's lovely (Wake up, the first thing that I do)/ Get money (And spread it all amongst my crew)....
-Prince Rasu-
Scavengers watch me all times, when I feel like a million bucks/ Space age, floatin, fuck wit me, I tie your children up/ Regardless of cold cases and they charges/ I bumpin off Hennessey, nauseous, ridin shotty and (?) parlors/ Rockin Jersey dippin like a derby/ Kentucky style, freak a Black and Mild/ Laced with the flame James Brown/ Sip on the cappuccino like Carlito and Gambino/ Schemin on the Frito, big chips the whip, Benzino/ Challenge our c-note, obstacles gon' have to get hurtled/ Baby I'm out the collar for dollars, niggas'll hurt you/ Won't reimburse you, except with shots that'll burn you, glocks that'll murk you/ Shoulda neva crept pass the curfew/ I'm untouchable similar to Scareface, street virgin of Pacino/ Beam your kilos like starspace/ Enterprise, on a mission to go where no man has gone before, with clean get aways to Mexico/ Plush wides, keep ya karats I gotta fire/ Life is a gamble, rollin dice, they never lie/ My niggas high/ Splittin Vegas smokin incredible/ Streakin like Earl Menagle, baby, its understandable/ I'm droppin tech's, fresh out the joint and still on a short chain/ Nigga when I'm off, I'ma purchase a pound and blow my brains
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-
Addicted pothead, consumin pounds of sticky, pass it around have the entire crowd lifted like Cheech and Chong; Up In Smoke/ Blown away, gangsta trippin off shroomies/ Hallucinatin off my style, tiny seven foot goofy ass/ Ever since then drugs substance, straight blazin weed/ Contemplate money schemes, currency value increase/ Hillybillys get salty, when they see a brotha flossin his brand new Lexo, Land Cruiser/ And they still leasin a 2 door Honda Accord (O' Lord!)/ Resident neighbor scared, terrorize the suburbs/ Freaky parties until 5 O' clock in the mornin, early crack of dawn/ Kick every bitch out my house, say "Pussy come, pussy go" spend quality time/ Faithful to Mary Jane/ Lifted, always stay high/ Soon as my Chronic supply run low, ride back to the weed spot, purchase some mo' good dro'
-Chorus-
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