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What do you guys think are the best weed lyrics
S.G.V.:
Artist: Cypress Hill
Album: Black Sunday
Song: Hits From the Bong
Typed by: InsaneD420@aol.com
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong
and take hits from the boooong
Put the blunt down just for a second
Don't get me wrong it's not a new method
Inhale, Exhale - just got a ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat coal
But my double barrel bong is gettin me stoned
I'm skill it, There's water inside don't spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky funky smelly green shit
Sing my song, puff all night long
As I take Hits from the bong...
Hits From The Bong y'all
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Let's smoke that bowl, hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it, unplug it, don't straaaain
I love you Mary Jane
She never complains, when I hit Mary
With that flame, I light up the cherry
She's so good to me, when I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen
Don't get me stirred up the smoke, through the bub-bling water
Is Makin' it pure so I got ta', take my hit and hold it
Just like Chong, I hit the bowl and I reload it
Get my four-footer and bring it on...
As I take Hits from the bong
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Straighten your dick out...
Can I get a hit? ...
DreDay:
Lord Infamous on the Project Pat song "So Hi"
I love dope, dope loves me
Im high til I D-I-E
With a big bag of bud, and a bag of tooty too
I know that you get high too
As I cheaf, upon the leaf, a swisher sweet
The D the da da O the P the E
The C the da da O the K the E
I need the B da U the da da D
Uh, scarecrows a cloud of smoke, Always on the thunder
Puffin on the purple cush white willow marijuana
I stay fucked up, on a daily basis
Maybe the reason I got all these cases
Extascy orange juice make me me so horny
Super pimp coked out coked out til the morning
Hydro codones and some sniff sniff
Come let Lord Infamous take a wiff
budsmokeronly:
oh yeah nice topic, but why is this in outof bounds? the best weed comes from killa cali.
Mac Dre- I need an eigth
You wanna smoke that bobby don't come around me, I need that shit from humboldt county.
knumbskull- I got 5 on it
--- Quote ---but I ain't fuckin wit that
I think I'll stick to the crazy 8's
bring me a bottle and I'm cool wit that
I'm a lounge wit that
nigga bring me a phat sack
I don't know how to roll
but I know how to SMOKE!
I think I'm gonna hit it til my ass choke.
--- End quote ---
Cliftone_Santiago_909:
I'd go with Cypress Hill's "I Want To Get High"....
Well It's Tha Funkalistic, Tha Blunt I twist it,
Tha Slamified, Buddahfied Funk on your discus,
Oh What you missed this? You Gots to bear Witness,
Catch A hoe and another hoe Merry Chrismtmas,
Yes I Smokes Shit, Straight off tha Roach Clip,
I roll shit, for tha blunt at once, to approach it,
Tha forward motion make you sway like tha ocean,
Tha Herb is more than just a powerfull potion..
That's just tha part I remember off tha top of my head.. it goes something like that though.
Pharcyde's "Pack The Pipe" is tight too.
I got a big'ol Blunt, I'm Rampin on my porch,
About to put a torch to it, then Cocoa said "Don't Do It",
"Please don't hit that shit infront of my 4 year old son,"
She sent him inside the home meanwhile my nigga steadily rolled one,
After tha otha, and otha cuz I'm rollin' in tha door,
So we rollin' tha Indo, as if tha kid didnt know,
He was lookin through tha window,
Yo, while we tryna hide it,
To make tha boy grow up and be ignorant and misguided,
about tha Buuuud, Now I got to play tha part of the advisor,
For tha Buuuud, cuz tha bud is just a tasty tantilizer,
Tha Bud, not tha beer cuz tha Bud makes me wiiiiser,
now I said "Come Here Little Man",
And with his Little Hand he grabbed tha pipe,
A blessin' and blew tha lesson, not to young, just right,
He Started Blaaaazin, It was Amaaazin,
My lungs are black and shrivled up like a Raaaisin,
But Who Am I to Deny Tha Kid a Try....
He left us all saying "Thaaaaaank You Allll Maaaan"...
ImmortalOne:
Artist: Redman
Album: Dare Iz a Darkside
Song: Green Island
Motherfuckin, ladies and gentleman
My style's rugged like Timberland
When I clock lyric then women give me more love than Wimbledon
My style flow local like New Jersey transit
And I can't stand it
And you'll need Teddy to unjam it when I cram it
I'm from N-to-the-E
W-A-R-K, Newark NJ got the AK
When I wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy
I'm a Kid From the Hall
I got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawers
Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it
Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit
I keep the chronic patrol on the road
in case you're wondering why I keep my izm
Cause I smoked everybody else's shit up
My style's the ultimate funk when I mic checka
One two checka
And I give effects to niggaz with my Black and Decker
So check the, manuscript, man you flipped
Put it down if you can't handle it
Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers College Graduate
I got a degrees in Physics on how high I can get
Then next I check how many niggaz that can die from my Tec
Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin and stealin
and fuckin niggaz everyday
Now Jersey's on max so pass the dutchie on the lefthand side
Hide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my ride
So, sliiiide, before I call the medics
You can bet bitch you couldn't get fly if you were FedEx
Can I, drop the funk on ya, run it on ya
Strong as ammonia, smell it from here to California
Cause Reggie Noble dropped that cock named Noble at Sunoco
I'm better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to ocho
My music more underground than a kid at 300 XL
Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected
I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz
And chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk funk
Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you third degrees
and cause surgery for emergency
cause Reggie Noble's known like burglary
I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets
Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just like Chuck did
Cause we run around Newark with the nine cock
Keep it heated for the brothers that's not off my block
And if ya don't know the flavor, be a tough guy and enter
So go show you more nigga events than Jacob Jaffrey center
I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get your canines
Cops that got the hot glock stocked for when it's playtime
I rock around the Robin TWEET TWEET on the calendar
Cause you couldn't pull my number if your class major was Algebra
I make bitches moan to my Stallone without Sylvester
Cause I'm more deadlier than a whole school system of investors
So check us, I always smoke mad blunts before breakfast
Cause I, Get Around like 2Pac with Poetic in my Justic
Hold tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight
I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam packed
I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby
You could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my MP-60
I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up
Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked up
I blaze blunts with my nigga Mellow, yo say hello
(Yo whattup dogg?)
Really, now pass the second blunt to Quilly
Now sit your big ass down cuz I don't know about this rap stuff
There wasn't rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin massa
Y'all y'all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards
Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo' ass quick
Watch out now, I ain't bullshittin
I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's from forty-three goddamnit
And if you keep on with that dirty mistreatin
I'm gonna whoop your ass, til your heart stop beating
And yo, chronic bubonic the funky bionic
you find it I'll have to rewind it where minds are blinded
Time 4 Sum Aksion so time to find it
I smoked out like a cookout, look out my dick's out
That was last album when I was bouncin on trains like Malcolm
I was hiiiiigh, I thought I wouldn't survive
That's why I quit my nine to five and got live
Because this hip-to-the-hop shit fills my pockets
And I'm Audi for ninety-four because I already got my props
Hoes, hoes, and more hoes...
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