Now this some bad weed The very first time I hit the weed I was young Coughing up a lung, high strung, back in '81 Going to school, hitting the buddha behind the bleachers Coming to class high, selling the lie to the teachers Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel Selling joints to the honeys, suck it like an icicle Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed While everybody was running out, I was planting my seeds Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's pole I can remember when I could only get sess in those days Now, I'm rocking that Chocolate Thai, skunk and the haze Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt Amateur of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field Spilling the weed plant fucking dookies with no skill I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give The herb man what they need True indeed, blow your fucking smoke up in the sky And get high with your bong Or your Philly, or duchess give me a light Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffing the lye right Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother Take a puff, that's enough and pass it to another Get the weed sack, smoke it up, 'til it's all gone No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb I use ta spend money but now I'm growing the crops But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover Maybe I use ta look like that way back when When my nigga Sen Dog was around sipping on the Hen Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk We got the High Times cover, shows you how to roll a blunt Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter Making trips to Mexico running down to the border Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks Kids of all colors be puffin it down the block I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods Call me Puffy 'cause I making and taking a hit record Blow your fucking smoke up in the sky and get high With the bong, Philly or duchess, give me the light Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffing the lye right Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother Take a puff, that's enough and pass it to another © HITS FROM DA BONG MUSIC; UNIVERSAL MUSIC - MGB SONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com