文本歌词

Lighter clicking in the background
Now this is what I'm talking about baby
Inhaling
And this is for the w**d heads and this is for the
Weedheads
Get a bag of d**e in a quarter o
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Second and fourth time at end in background wanna get
High get high
So who want a bag who want a bag
You want a bag you want a bag
You got a bag so send em out the door to the liquer
Store
Get a bag of d**e in a quarter o
First verse
Oh why don't we legalize reefer leaves in time
Some of them say w**d evil a little sumthin sumthin for
My people
And though I know that w**d will even out your day
Love everything green well that's what my sister said god said
Gonna get ya f**ked up wanna get ya f**ked up
Will you take one hit that'll make you hush up n***a shut
The f**k up
No stems no indo and chronic hydro that stinkin' and I can think of
Some more
Ohh yes time to smoke sesso I know high day come
Around on fried day
Foreva deep boy yes then we pray
As the reefer help me see more everyday
Would've it could've it be heaven sent
One hell of a superstar ball every first Friday
Of the month
And your humbily invited were truly humbly united
Enemies and all of ya'll hate on when I get my
Fade on
I'm so high
Same as first
Second verse
It'll rule ya smokin the potent buddha
Buddha
They ain't nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb s**t
Fat enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya
Reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva
Heave her
N***a
You better believe us even when I'm lonly w**d won't
Leave us
Not like these fake n***as that decieve us
All day the w**d man bizzy need the chronic when it's
Seedless
Life ain't easy put it on eazy but we still
Breathin
Takin a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to
Heaven
Chokin with my breezy
That herbal healin
And don't ya wanna feel that feelin and don't you wanna
Spend your scrilla
And givin the w**d to the killas n***as forget why they
Killin
Hell ya
I heard they heard they heard they out here f**kin
Wit pills
N***a those chemicals will make you ill so get off
The ecstasy
So come to the realers mysterious and pass the rush of a box of blunts
A sack of skunk and your endin' up in the coffin
Sure 'nuff sure 'nuff
Same as first
Toke that toke untill we love that love that
That
Don't legalize cuz they know we can roll
Gettin high just to get by
Through all the suicides and homicides
And genocides drivebys walkbys gonna multiply
And chalk lines in the towns in the h double o d hood
And it would rain
And it ain't all were it ain't all and it ain't all and
It ain't all good
I started at eleven stealin w**d from coppers kreeper
And even though you beat us I gotta thank you for the
Reefer
Neva mess with white girls but I roll those white
Boys
N***as come out the pen and they roll some tight
Joints tight joints
My s**t is swollen you shouldn't be rollin
Livin on green leaves that will make your heart
Bleed for the moment
Just go and let me split up the w**d and be silent
And sober
No jokin when the nieghbers door is open you want to
Come over
We smokin smokin and now we tokin tokin and then we chokin
Chokin chokin
Chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so high
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