Well, I have got no money but I am doin' fine.
I'm just a hillbilly hell-raiser; I'm tryin' to kill my time.
An' I'm lookin' for that gal, about five foot ten.
An' I'm gonna take her down that road of livin' a life of sin.
Because I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine.
-Instrumental break-
Well, I once had this gal: I thought she'd be my bride.
But then she had to leave my ass for that other guy.
An' now I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine.
-Instrumental break-
Well, I don't really care if you hate me, you see,
'Cause I'm just a country boy from the state of Tennessee.
A little bit crazy, on the loudish side,
'Cause I like drink my whiskey an' I like to get high.
An' now I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine.
Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim
(To the Gods.. to the Gods.. to the Earths)
Pass that shit homey
Now tell me what y'all smokin
What kinda heat y'll holdin
Well is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
Zoom, from outer space he comes
Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches flappin they gums, do he be clappin and shootin guys
Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What is his race nation or creed?
Is he arabic, black, latin, asian they read
Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, stepped on peasants
But in reality, I just entered your galaxy
September '73, up in these wild streets
Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em tearin my clothes
My nigga smoke with one lung
If he cough he might die, passin me trees
The liquor bottle's almost empty
We about to collide, with the enemy
Only way you die if it's meant to be
You fuckin with a general
No discussion is the principle we bustin it's the end of you
Now we knockin on your mama door
Like we cam to fix the sink; my kind of war
Death, angels comin for you
Spirit horse runnin from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fightin for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide
And when you're gone all your niggaz gon' light it with Nas
Pardon but I gotta question of life now
Look at the nigga next to you right now
Is he real, fake or scared
Do it like this niggaz right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start
I shall - stay real stay true stay holdin figures
Never put a bitch over my niggaz
I shall never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I always hold you down in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the death I swear
I swear that's how we pledge alegiance, to the alliance
of underworld's killers and thugs, though the science
of a nigga still yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)
Wanna get high, come smoke with me
I've got pennies in my pocket
And I'm feeling okay
Gonna find all my answers
With minimum delay
Gonna manage my time
Just like Johann Cruyff
If we do it together
We've got meaning of life
But I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
The feeling's good
The time is now
So throw the knife
Towards the meaning of life
'Coz I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
No one told us we could get so high
No one told us we could get so high
No one told us we could get so high
No one told us we could get so high
What's the meaning of life?
(A loving companion)
What's the meaning of life?
(Stereo system)
What's the meaning of life?
(Ten-speed mountain bike)
What's the meaning of life?
(Anything you like, like)
But I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
I just wanna smoke it
The Medicine man. Oh yeah. Smoke One
Yeah. This that shit nigga that you smoke off. This the one
I know y'all flipping through this shit the CD and shit.
This the one nigga
This yo' chance right NA. Ya' know?
Get all items that you need to get yo' mutha fuckin blunt rolled nigga.
Get ya' papers, what ever the fuck, lighters. Y'all know what y'all need.
Huh bra? This what I want y'all to do:
Light something, burn something, smoke something, roll one.
Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one nigga.
Light something, burn something, smoke something, roll one nigga.
Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one nigga
Man hit the mutha fucking weed bra. You playin' wit' the mutha fuckin' weed.
do do do do at the doe. Hit this bitch. Mutha fucking roll back.
Nigga make a roll back. Mouth to the nose, roll back.
I smell smoke. Oh, say nigga when you roll the weed up
make sho' there ain't no sticks or stems.
Put the fire in the wind, then forget about how you roll
Skinny at the end, fat in the middle, long as you smoking
Don't worry about how the bitch look, gotta hold in it stick pocking out
That ain't nothing pass that bitch, put ya finger over it hit it wit ya' mouth
I bet it pull, hit this shit I betchu' get full
I don't fuck with that dry, that's good for yo' ass I told ya' that's fire
Stick, aloud, expensive, light light green don't touch no brown
Ya' can't stand up, ya' eyelids feel about 200 pounds
Mouth dry as the fuck, yeah this bitch hea' high as a duck
Ready to leave, but can't go nowhere 'cause looks like ya' stuck
Now get off the floe'
You don't know what you pull so don't try this no me
Stop that frontin', and if you can't handle it then give me my dope
Nothing but bud, tastein' no seeds
Swallow that shit, nigga you wastein' the weed
You don't know what I got, nothing but dro'
I'm to hold back y'all this about ten time I'm bout to start smokin'
Moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion,
moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion.
I got some more man. That bionic-chronic.
Yeah nigga, this the smoking one. fa -sho.
Boy just smoke something nigga.
And uhhhhh, how many mutha fucking times
is y'all nigga gonna be waiting for another verse?
Man, when is y'all gonna learn? This the smoke something man.
You ain't gotta know all that bra. Know what I'm talkin' about nigga?
Well, I have got no money but I am doin' fine.
I'm just a hillbilly hell-raiser; I'm tryin' to kill my time.
An' I'm lookin' for that gal, about five foot ten.
An' I'm gonna take her down that road of livin' a life of sin.
Because I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine.
-Instrumental break-
Well, I once had this gal: I thought she'd be my bride.
But then she had to leave my ass for that other guy.
An' now I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine.
-Instrumental break-
Well, I don't really care if you hate me, you see,
'Cause I'm just a country boy from the state of Tennessee.
A little bit crazy, on the loudish side,
'Cause I like drink my whiskey an' I like to get high.
An' now I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
Well, I have got no money but I am doin' fine.
I'm just a hillbilly hell-raiser; I'm tryin' to kill my time.
An' I'm lookin' for that gal, about five foot ten.
An' I'm gonna take her down that road of livin' a life of sin.
Because I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine.
-Instrumental break-
Well, I once had this gal: I thought she'd be my bride.
But then she had to leave my ass for that other guy.
An' now I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine.
-Instrumental break-
Well, I don't really care if you hate me, you see,
'Cause I'm just a country boy from the state of Tennessee.
A little bit crazy, on the loudish side,
'Cause I like drink my whiskey an' I like to get high.
An' now I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
[L-Burna]
Roll up that hyrdo
And just smoke on
Smoke on
I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay)
Lah Lah Lah Lay
uh huh
And just smoke on
Smoke on
I'll roll this blunt for you
[L-Burna]
Nigga, this my life
And I'm livin' the high life
And I love to smoke
And it really don't be right
If my weed ain't tight
Like a nigga might as well be broke
But quote me a price
And drop my sack
Quickly
You wanna smoke with me
Drop me a ???
With a philly
It really don't matter to me
'Cause I'm green leafin'
Big chiefin'
I'm making my thang
To blaze
Who the lover to this game
And man I'm not ever gonna change my ways
And in the morning when I rise I'm gettin' high
Even off in the evening
When I'm rollin'
I'm smokin' ligh (smoking ligh)
Trying to free my mind
If you want to parly
Just jump your ass in the trunk
Pull out the blunt
Then light it on up
Lay it on back
And and get fucked up
As soon as you hit it
You hear your heart beat thumping
Stick be numming
Mint keep humming
Music bumping
Try to fall off into something
Whatever it be
Just let it be known
This weed be the dro
'Cause nigga it be slow for the po
I know
That's why niggas stay on the go
Smoking the leanest (the leanest)
Smoking the greenest
If you wanna get blowed
You can hit me
Little Lay be through a little later
On the sticky
The sticky
When you wanna get blowed
They all know
You can call on L-A-Y
For the hyrdo
Lah Lah Lah Lay
Lah Lah Lah Lay (for the doe)
Yah Yah
(Lah Lah Lah Lay) When you wanna get blowed
You all know
You can call on L-A-Y
For the hyrdo
Lah Lah Lah Lay
Lah Lah Lah Lay (for the doe)
Lil' Lay Lay (that is)
Nigga hit the studio
And drop a song
And then I get gone
In the wind
See my nigga, Ken,
Then dipped the Benz
And copped two old folks for the Ben
Then decided to meet downtown
By ten
Shoot a little pool and sip some gin
Gave it a little set bet
And then made a little bet about who would win
Continue smashing
A nigga been on the road and need (I need some) some action
I'm headed back to the hood
'Cause nigga the hood is really what's happening
Been in a lot of hoods
In a lot of cities
But this one here is mine
I remeness
And make a wish
As I pass that "99 street" sign
Hit up the liquor store
'Cause I'm fixing to blow big
With the niggas on the block
Nigga going to smoke
Smoke a lot
Let them feel this dro
That Lay just got
Nigga hit the block
About Four
And didn't leave until nine
Watching my niggas out on the grind
I didn't notice the time
Find myself flying down to the crib
Trying to meet Ken in a hurry
Doing about fifty in ???
Running lights with no worries
I made it there safe and on time
When I pulled to the spot
And I see Ken chillin'
Smoking in the parking lot
(Let me hit it)
Roll up that hyrdo
And just smoke on
Smoke on
I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay)
Lah Lah Lah Lay
uh huh
And just smoke on
Smoke on (Lah Lah Lah Lay)
I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay)
Nigga left the pool hall
Sloppy and didn't even fuck with nobody
And all this kicking then got me paranoid
Hoping the po po don't stop me
Doing the limit with L
So high that I'm nervous as hell
Fuck waking up sober in jail
Hit fifty fit for some shell
And I drop the top so the wind
Can blow on through my braids
All in my face
Get on my way
And right about then I get a page
Who could it be
Its Hey lil' Nappy
And had a head full of some sin
Told me to come on over there
Quick
'Cause I got the booze and no more weed
Tell him its on
Hung up the phone
Fixing to start this whole new section
Less then fifteen to twenty minutes
I drove
And lil' Lay then bless them
That's how it is
When they roll with the number one
That's how it be
Nothing but icky-sticky leaves
Trees that will put you on your knees
Hit it
Then hold it 'til it make you cough and gag
Guaranteed to run and and brag
To your niggas about lil' Layzie bag
I keep the killing
Nigga can smoke and p.o.
If you can catch up with me
Or you can hit me
And I be through with the sticky
What we gunna do right here is take a little smoke break...not the little white kind with the filters on it, but the kind that makes u high and elevates your mind. I'm talking bout...high.
Chorus:
Tell me which way is up 'cause im tryin to get fucked up. I wanna get hiiigh (everybody knows i wanna get high). If yall could just leave me alone i could do this on my own. Im tryin to get high.
Thats all i wanna do baby...Is get high
Roll it up blazed it up.
I aint trying to get high im tryin to get fucked up.
Smokaholik.
I'ma fiend for the hizzerb.
Smoke anything green...Here lizard lizard.
I like to smoke til my eyes look chinese.
Fuck a dime bag give me four OZs.
Do you smell the aroma.
I'm about to fall in a Indonesia coma.
I fucks w/ snoop so u know what i need.
Thats sticky icky with no stems or seeds.
I cant even drive, the smoke all in my eyes.
I dont give a damn, long as im high when i die.
Chain smoka I light a gook off of a gook.
I got it bad and i dunno what to do.
I inhale and exhale marijuana.
In church and all in front ya momma.
Chorus
When I'm sleeping...Ima blow be a gooky
When I'm hungry...Ima blow me a gooky
When I'm thirsty...Ima blow me a gooky
I'ma blow by myself or I'ma blow with my crew
This is my medicine
When im in pain no one makes me feel better than Mary Jane
Im rappin just to make enough paper to gather up my shit and move to jamaica...Or Amsterdam where its legal
Smoke dogs thats my kinda people
Is there a rehab for niggas like me
Thats 25 and been smokin since 15?
I done forgot how it feels to be sober
Them days are over as long as i got doja
When its a drought im going out to Cali
Without a doubt 'cause thats what makes me happy
Chorus
Check this out
I love smokin that kiya
Long as a spia
And gets me higha
Its that stress free relaxation
No other drug is this elevation
So all my smokas it keeps me easy...easy...easy
And thats Fo sheezy
Let me smoke my, my marijuana
And stop harassin me-ijuana
I've smoked swisher sweets
Keep movin
You know what I'm doin(shit)
How many rappers you know brok as fuck?
I smoke weed like clockers smoke crack
I got it bad
I sell my soul for a pound of that White Willow
We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock-n-roll
You gotta let yourself go, the band's gonna take control
We're gettin' down today
We'll pick you up and take you away
Get down tonight
Smokin', Smokin'
We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin'
Smokin', Smokin'
I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah
Get your feet to the floor, everybody rock and roll
You've got nothing to lose just the rhythm and blues, that's all, yeah
We're gonna feel ok
We'll pick you up and take you away
Get down tonight
Smokin', Smokin'
We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin'
Smokin', Smokin'
I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah
Everybody jumpin', dancin' to the boogie tonight
Clap your hands, move your feet
If you don't you know it won't seem right
We're gettin' down today
We'll pick you up and take you away
Get down tonight
We're gettin' down today
We'll pick you up and take you away
everybody's smokin
so why not me
you say i follow the masses
i just love to drop the ashes
everybody's smokin
just comprehend
even the ape who's tattooed
on the back of my hand
the prices are exploding
but i still do
they say it is unhealthy
[mr. pookie]
I can feel it in the back of my mind
It's like mary jane came at the right time
While I'm feinding the vine
I take a look at the sky to make me feel like a nigga wanna stay high
Take a look at my eyes
You'd probably think I was blind
When you see a nigga's eyes that know fool
The people crook a nigga so cool
I been high all day me and the niggas that I'm close to
Up in the glass house blow!
And I'm loving this shit
Mary jane to the brain, I'm in love with ya bitch
Don't know what I'd do if you didn't exist
No better way to calm me down when I'm stressing and shit
See there's a blessing for this
Now where the indo
Getting higher than I can go
Roll it up I wanna see it in the air let the wind blow
All I wanna see is big smoke
Chorus (2x)
Just smoke
And blow
A blunt with me
I like marijuana
You like marijuana
We like marijuana
Legalize marijuana
Just smoke
[mr. lucci]
Sparking up the mary jane
Everyday in my own zone, gettin blowed
Holding down the place
'cause when I'm chief I hate
Notice how my eyes lay when I'm so throwed
Kissing ya lips and holding ya soul
Ooo love ya baby girl when ya breaking me off
Like ? ? ya making me cough, and easing my thoughts
Keeping g's with cheese 'cause ya company costs
When we together we do nothing but floss
But when apart lord knows this two get hard to maintain
The only bitch that I fame for the claim
Steadily massaging my brain
And keep a playa on top of my game
Calm and cool every time that we hang
Me and crooks always running a train
Sucking ya body, girl till nothing remains
Feel nothing but pleasure, when I'm watching these flames
Hoping that nothing will change
So I can steal a sac and chill back while I'm smoking the jane
Chorus
[k-roc]
See all I wanna do is smoke a sac with my real niggas
Coming up the block hitting hard
Smoking on treez
Got me dropping to my knees
So I gotta give the praise to the sky and the stars
So if I wanna get high tonite
Mr. pookie just roll me a blunt
We can both get blowed
Coming out the crook
Smoking big fat optimos
See the lights
But them hoes can't stop us though
Who the po's in this mutherfucker with the big weed
Coming up the block me and mr. pookie
Got no money but I'm still blowing treez
And I don't give a damn what you think about me
I'm a stoned crook soldier
Never been a buster
Blowing on treez no matter what them others done told ya
Hitting the scene with a pocket full of green
And you know what that means
We all getting high
[Chorus x2]
Smoke one with ya folk
Drink one with ya boy
I know it's been a little while
Since we had a little fun
Fancy running into you again
At this place
At this time
All the memories are rushing back again
My old friend
How you been doing?
Somebody told me that you lived down here
Somebody told me you bought a crib down here
Maybe I could check it out
I could swing by the house
Maybe I could talk you into doing something bad
[Chorus x2]
Hey, we can do some of the things we used to do
Or we can put our heads together
And come up with something new
All I want to do tonight is get next to you
We can make up for lost time
Share what's happening in our lives
I know some things change
But some things stay the same
Like the magic that occurs whenever we meet
The way you move
The way you dance
The way you smell
Indeed divine
Some things do get better with time
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