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Utwór: Bagz

  • wykonawca: Twiztid
  • album: Freek Show
  • wyświetleń: 1031

If it ain't green it ain't us
  Your parents hate us because we smell like canibus
  And remind them of the incubus
  Another freak of the night
  With excessable roachclips, bongs and weed pipe
    We comin' with the straight 28
  A full o.z, only fuckin' with the weed
  You can keep the nosebleed
  Bash on you haters actin' like you know me
  Twiztid muthafucka what you got on my tree?
    I smoke it down to the ash
  Burning lips and finger tips
  On for helly shit and take no bullet and passin' it
  Right to the ashtray where it belongs
  From the bag to the j to the drape to the bong
    Smoke alotta weed, cloud nine
  Space flying
  People try to front like I don't
  But I can see it inside them
  Put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session
  And I'mma smoke it all up quick without a question
    I hope you brought the papers
  You know I brought the trees
  So roll another joint
  And hand that bitch to me
  We do this everyday
  So come get high with me
  No matter what they tell us this is reality
    Eyes blue out red I'm lookin' faded
  Clothes stank like bud
  And my finger tips is always resonated
  We burnin' ganja with the windows up
  I got a q.p a good green rub ready to puff
    We smokin' entirely to much trees for average folks
  But I never said that I was average
  I like to smoke mad bags of weed
  No stems, no seeds
  All I really want and all I really need
    I gotta tell you bitches
  It ain't no smokin' for free
  If you ain't fuckin' with me
  Don't put your lips up on my muthafuckin' tree
  Wreck us around us, like a zig zag
  Light your whole block with a flame and take a big drag
    We blaze trees on the highways in the driveways
  In a casket I keep an axe and a fat sack with the zig zags
  With a 2 blunt trademark trees every studio session we gettin' sparked
    I hope you brought the papers
  You know I brought the trees
  So roll another joint
  And hand that bitch to me
  We do this everyday
  So come get high with me
  No matter what they tell us is this reality?
    We smoke weed everyday
  Regardless what you say
  And every single night with the get right
  You need to get up and shut up with all that pride
  And all you non smokin' niggas get the fuck outside
    Only weed smokers up this bitch tonight
  Thick clouds of weed smoker green like kriptonite
  I don't drink, shoot up or take x
  Only three loves in life is bud death and sex
  Gimme gimme green leafs laced up with hashish
  When your ridin' dirty, watch for police
  Listen and learn cuz I would never stir you wrong
  Knowledge is accumelated like resons in bongs
    [Water Bong]
    [x2]
  I hope you brought the papers
  You know I brought the trees
  So roll another joint
  And hand that bitch to me
  We do this everyday
  So come get high with me
  No matter what they tell us is this reality?
  

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