What do you guys think are the best weed lyrics

[We Fly High]

what do you guys think the best lyrics regarding weed are... like the sickest lines that a rapper has said about smokin..

[Hatesrats™]

This is the ultimite Weed cutt...
I get's high to this shitt like everyday!!!!

Artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
ALBUM:  E.1999 Eternal
SONG:   Budsmokers Only


Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay

[WISH BONE]
Some niggas be passin' that weed on
To them thugsta niggas from Cleve-lawn
Gotta smoke 'til it's all gone
Now what a BONE cuz a nigga be creep on
Call all my thugstas, all them niggas drink
Call all my thugstas, all them niggas smoke weed

[KRAYZIE BONE]
Gotta get some hydro
Gotta toke like a loc with a little bit of smoke in my throat
Can't let a me high go
I'ma broke Mo Thug got the bud and it get up up on me...inhale
Just split up a blunt and me roll up a fat one, make it POD'ed
They lable me killa, drug dealer and burn up nigga crazy weed and...

[LAYZIE BONE]
Blaze up a blunt, gotta have that hydro
Need me a hit of the tweed, make me drop to my knees
And I gotta give love to the green leaves
Steadily spendin' that cheese, feelin' at ease
Thuggin' on off in the cut now, when I'm checkin' on how this shit sound
In the Range smoked out with my nigga Tay
Smokin' that tweed 'til we fall in the grave

[BIZZY BONE]
Make up the dummy to make up me money, weed run me
And headed for broke, smokin' the bong
Hit that bong wrong, make a me cough and choke
To the real OT's loc strong BONE
I gotta C note to toke on, so choke on
And holdin' the smoke 'til it's gone, real long and stay blown

[KRAYZIE] (overlapping)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Haaay nooow)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Pass me some reefer)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Haaay nooow)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Pass me some reefer)

[WISH BONE]
It's the inventor of the green leaves, gotta get p's
Cuz I love this type shit, and it's never gonna quit
Doctor told me better stop but man fuck that bitch
Me never gone stop me smoke
Try to tell me, K to your throat
Gosta run me on, fucking with BONE
Loving this weed smoke

[KRAYZIE BONE]
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews
Steadily losing me balance
Take a puff to the dome, trippin' on FLESH BONE
Showin' off me tail and
Smokin' 'til a me die, nigga gotta get high if he wanna come ride
Come with me smoke on a blunt and get nice
Nigga tellin' weed fiends it's fiiiyiiiire

[LAYZIE BONE]
Feelin' on tilt man, quarter o to the brain
Smokin' like blunt after blunt my niggas insane
Other niggas can't hang, it's a BONE thing
How a nigga like me smoke and maintain and remain
Number one here I come with the tweed in my chest
Nigga got his weed to the curb, split up and serve
But fuck it gotta have them green herbs

[BIZZY BONE]
You got a bag of tweed well blaze it with me fool
And don't be stingy and please no pinners make it swollen
Cuz if I had me some weed you know I'd smoke it with you
Come come get with a me, me and my niggas blunts be rollin'

Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaay X6

Take a hit of the reefer keep chokin'
repeat 'til fade
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& if your not high yet....pop in this shitt..
Nothin' relax's you like a nice sack of that sticky and "E.1999"...

Artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Album:  E. 1999 Eternal
Song:   Buddah Lovaz

[Bizzy]
Shit

[Layzie]
Nigga, it's the niggas night out tonight, nigga
(Howling)

[Krayzie]
Keep hittin' that reefer, sendin' me straight to heaven
Keep rollin', smokin', and chokin'

[All]
Buddah lovaz
Gotta learn to smoke the buddah

[Bizzy]
I'm so glad you showed me, Krayzie, Layzie, Wish, Flesh

[Krayzie]
Reefer really makes me happy

[Krayzie] (Layzie)
Hydro, me just can't let a me high go
Me smokin' upon that hydro
Me just can't let a me high go

[Layzie, Flesh, Krayzie]
Smo-, smo-, smokin' that hydro
won't, won't let a me high go
Water the reefer, me slaughter
Straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack
A sack, a sack, a sack
It grew in the water, the reefer, me slaughter
Straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack, a sack, a sack
It grew in the water . . .
Straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack, a sack, sack

[Layzie]
I'm takin' a hit of the bud, gotta give love to my thugs
Smokin, not chokin', now what?

[Krayzie]
I'm fucked up
That hydro really got me buzzed, me buzzed

[Bizzy]
Keep rollin', (smokin',) and chokin'
Nothin' but the Bone in me

[Bizzy]
Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk
Box of blunts, come get drunk
Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk
Sack of skunk, come get drunk

[Krayzie]
It's sneakin' upon me
Wine
Follow me down the nine-nine
and you will find all of me kind every time

[Layzie]
Drinkin' me wine, double your crime
When a me roll down the nine-nine
A stream of bullets and unload
With a me right way down your . . .

[Krayzie]
Buddah
Choke up with a me buddah
Smoke jump outta me buddah

[Flesh]
Hittin' that hydro, lettin' me school ya

[Bizzy]
Oh, that buddah in your lungs and up
That buddah fool ya

[All]
It's nothin' but the Bone in me
Hey, keep hittin' that reefer sendin' me straight to heaven

[Bizzy]
If ya got a bag of tweed, well, blaze it with me, fool

[Krayzie]
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews
Steady be losin' me balance

[Layzie]
It's a Bone thang how a nigga like me smoke and maintain

[Krayzie]
Maintain, maintain

[Bizzy and Flesh]
How a nigga like me smoke and maintain

[Krayzie]
Remain the same
. . . number one


I'm high and chillen just thinkin' bout htis shitt...
Matter of fact I'm ghost..

OnE
Hatesrats (bout to blaze this shitt.....OnE) 2oo2

[EastsideLBC]

Yo......I Got 5 On It (both reprise and OG) has been my bud song..........str8 chill shit when u blazin'.........this shit is perfect to roll in yo ride and blaze to..........hot shit!


Artist: The Luniz
Album:  Operation Stackola
Song:   I Got Five On It (Reprise)


Chorus

Creep on in, on in (echos)
Woo.
See I'm ridin high, ridin high (echos)
Whoooo!
Kinda broke you see me, so all I got is FIVE
I GOT FIVE!

Verse 1 *(Knumskull & Yukmouth)*

(Knumskull)
I Got Five On It
I got five what you got nigga?
(Yukmouth)
Damn I think I got two bucks in my sock nigga.
(Knumskull)
Well that's that
fuck it
I think I got three bucks in my backpack
enough to get a phat sack.
(Yukmouth)
Hell yeah!
(Knumskull)
You got some zags?
(Yukmouth)
Not at all man.
(Knumskull)
Let's get some from the store.
(Yukmouth)
Fa sho, because a nigga need a Tall Ken.
(Knumskull)
Damn
open the door blood.
(Yukmouth)
Nigga where my keys at?
(Knumskull)
I don't know?
(Yukmouth)
Remember I gave 'em to you to go get that weed sack.
(Knumskull)
Oh here they go in my sock.
(Yukmouth)
Put your seatbelt on
cuz there's hella cops parked up the block.
(Knumskull)
Well nigga bust a U-ey then.
(Yukmouth)
Nigga fire up that doobie then.
(Knumskull)
Hell nah!
(Yukmouth)
You major skanless potna.
(Knumskull)
Well sue me then.
(Yukmouth)
Oh, be like that on a roach?
(Knumskull)
Nope, look at them hoes!
(Yukmouth)
Man fuck them tricks, nigga let's get smoke!
Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo!
Whoa! What the fuck wrong wit you?!
(Knumskull)
Damn I had a flash back
this nigga frontin me some yay
but you know that he ain't gonna get his cash back.
(Yukmouth)
Nigga what if the cash jack?
(Knumskull)
Oh it's cool
Fuck this, I'm puttin it in the cuts.
(Yukmouth)
It's bad enough he got not tags on the Cutlass
(Knumskull)
Eh you know what? 84th is the closest.
(Yukmouth)
Yup
Oooh!
a fat ass Hamp, nigga let's smoke this.
(Knumskull)
Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk.
(Yukmouth)
Why you bring that skanless ass sack?
(Knumskull)
Man this shit ain't no punk.
Here smell this.
(Yukmouth)
Roll it up then nigga!
(Knumskull)
Haha, yeah!
(Yukmouth)
Let's go half on some liquor
yeah go get some Tango or something.
(Eh, I got to see some I.D.)
(Knumskull)
Aww man, shit I ain't got nothing!
(Sorry)
(Knumskull)
Man I spend wit you all the time.
(Sorry no I.D., no colors Icy Bine)
(Knumskull)
Aww fuck that!
(Yukmouth)
They didn't let you get the drank?
(Get out my store!)
(Knumskull)
Man I ain't trippin.

Chorus *(Mike Marshall)*

I got five on it
grab your 40
let's get keyed
I got five on it
fuckin wit that Indo weed
I got five on it
it's got me stuck and I'm tore back
I got five on it
nigga lets go half on a sack.

Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*

I take a sack to the face
whenever I can
fuck a cruch
I be smokin that shit
til the joint be burnin my hand
next time I roll it in a Hampa
to burn slo
so the ashes won't be burnin up my hand, bra
hoes wanna hit but they know they got to pitch in
then
I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cuz I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
fuck that
you betta bring your own shit cheif
wassup
don't babysit that
you better pass the
JOINT! nigga stop hittin cuz you know ya got asthma
crack a 40 open homie
an guzzel it
cuz I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a piss test for my P.O.
I know I failed cuz I done smoked hella weed bro
an everytime we with Chris
that nigga rollin up a fattie
but the Tanqueray straight had me
lit to the fullest extreme
there was gettin no higher
that shit had my chest on fire
Dru Down was swiggin to the face straight
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.

*(chorus)* x2
*(during chorus)*

Whooo-weee! Baby-boy!
Dayyyymn!
I'm hella high. Damn.
That's that indo.
Dayyyymn!
Only Oakland got that Doja like that.
Only the Town nigga.
Eh man quit hoggin up the joint, man you baby sittin it.
What you talking about?
Pass that shit over here.

Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*

Playa
give me some brew an I might just chill
but I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I steal doobies
spit loogies when I puff on it
I got some bucks on it
but it ain't enuff on it
fuck wit the S the T, I-D-E-S
never the less
I'm hella fresh
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it cross the table like ping pong
I'm gone
beatin my chest like King Kong
it's on,
wrap my lips around a 40
and when it comes to get another stogie
niggas all kick in like Shinobi
Nummy ain't my homie to begin with
it's too many heads to be poppin to let my friend hit shit
unless you pull out the phat crispy
five dollar bill
on the real before its history
cuz niggas be havin' them vaccum lungs
an if you let 'em hit it for free
you hella dum-du-dum-dum
I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe
avoidin all the dick teasers
skeezers and weirdos
that be fuckin off the land like Where tha bomb at?
Give me two bucks
you take a puff
and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy
the serious
bomb will make a nigga go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin pains than Maggie
cuz niggas snag me
to take the dank out of the baggie

*(chorus fades out)*
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Damn.......dat is some hot shit riht there.......

[Hatesrats™]

I can't belive I didn't mention the inovator's of Weed in Hip-hop (Don't know if it's a good or a bad thing) "Cypress Hill"
Anything before they decided to be "Limp Bizkit" the interludes will have u seeing shitt...

OnE
Hatesrats 2oo2

[Twentytwofifty]

Redman - "How To Roll A Blunt" from Whut? Thee Album

Might not be the sickest lines that a rapper has said about smokin but it's clever and a dope track regardless.

I'm just going to put the first verse:

Check out a new type of gimmick which is splendid
Since you're down with other shit, let's see if you're down with this
It's about..strictly trying to roll a blunt
When you get the hang of it, you'll catch more blunts than Archie Bunk
First of all you get a fat bag of ism
From uptown, any local store sells the shit friend
Purchase a philly, not the city of Philly
Silly punk, I'm talking 'bout the shit called the Philly blunt
Lick the blunt and then the Philly blunt middle you split
Don't have a razor blade, use ya fuckin fingertips
Crack the bag and then you pour the whole bag in
Spread the ism around until the ism reach each end
Take your finger and your thumb from tip to tip
Roll it in a motion then the top piece you lick
Seal it, dry it wit ya lighter if ya gotta
The results,  mmmmmmmm....proper

[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

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.

[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...

[King Tech Quadafi]

buuuudddddaaaaa lllllooooovvvvvvvvaaazzzzz

[West Coast Veteran]

I don't really remember feeling like this

Got this love formin' in my life–from this dame
And indeed took the form of life–it's a shame
How a man can fall in love with dreams--not afraid
Not afraid to let you up and leave
Do your thang MaryJane mess with all my folks–got 'em high
For the days that they were lost and broke–shit got 'em by
Only right was stopping it from props
Plus she from the block of only finer crops
Do your thang MaryJane

chorus:


When the world starts to stress you out–what you do?
Put a cancer stick up in your mouth–or grab a brew
Sold in stores but the fact remains is–they the blame
And the government's been taxin' that (   )-- gettin' paid
If it's taxable it's cool to smoke--kill or not
And the alcohol is killin' folks– true or not
Other people try to make you bad--but I know you not
When my situation's lookin' sad I know I got
A true friend in my time of need–all I need
Your natural you come from seeds–I decree
Makes me happy when I'm feelin' pain
Once again makes me happy just to hear your name
Do your thang MaryJane

chorus:


When you sad depressed and feeling strange–who you blame
Need some company to keep you sane–call her name
MaryJane I love you MaryJane–do your thang
You're all I need to get me through this thang–true to game
You aint never made me stash my thang–scratch the brain
Anything you've always kept me tame–and its plain
For me to see that you my everything–MaryJane
MaryJane helps to ease the brain–when you hang
Through the seasons you aint never change–stayed the same
Never seen what people seen in speed–you became
Naturally you everything we need–do the thang
Do your thang baby true indeed
Do your thang MaryJane

[EastsideLBC]

^^Word!!! Scarface "Mary Jane" was my tokin' joint 24/7.........that joint is just str8 ill.......

[Pillow]

well i am not shure on an exact song but its prolly sometin by snoop. i got a song about weed i ll let u all peep it, i thinks its pretty tite....

                        THE NEED FOR WEED

Mary Jane
Pleasure Mixed WITH Pain
Thoughts racing cuz it Speeds UP YA Brain
Heads a track
Leaving Ya Head IN The Fast Lane high
DRO AKa Money Drain
POCKET PAIN Then GO WITH 'Rags
THA 'Plain' Jane 'divine' Right Theory
Smoke TILL YA reach a 'RELIGIOUS' gain
Blazing w grimmsta
Experience mysterious INSIGHT enlightened Arcane
2001 AND forever, higher, Perfect Flight attain 'd
Smoke 'Lights' w US N WE'LL LEAVE YA LUNG 'STAIN 'd'
Serenity in Vane
While Ya Heads High in The Clouds
Leaving ya mind Sane
high RING all but only if YA cough Free
Not interested IN a LIGHTWEIGHT draftee experience equates flight control
We Can Get Ripped Smoking in The Dead sea roll 'fat' ~ Blunts 'thick'
We only Smoke The 'DeNSe'iST trees
tOKe till YA blind
To envision God Heavenly Thoughts Left 2 See
Come fly home Away From Home
Bliss free state OF MIND
Thoughts flee
411 smoke free zone? Hell NAw...most Yall R blazing mC'S
Our weed 'Heightens' ya "intelligence"
Left Only 2 "think" 'Highly

(Hook)
At last, time for that puff puff and pass
Yes indeed I got that need for weed
Coughing and choking, but please don’t rescue me
I will down a whole ounce of weed

Red sea
Full of turbines invading my eyes
Pupils dilated from an awkward stage
Get guns and hold in breath to upping my eye  
Heads clouded with numerous thought so I must be in the sky
Fuck dro I'm rolling with Kb and the red hair
Reaching past limits
Intoxicated and thawed with a ticket
My mind set and the place I’m in is like Alzheimer soon to forget it
my mouth is having a drought
Colors fade and the lights slowly dim and they beginning to turn out
Or is that the vision I'm having that is slowly impaired
Glancing at the wall that parades the room...shit is that really there?
A smoke hazard
First name Blazing cuz I'm a toking emcee rapper
Blunts seem like 6 as we pack more fatter

(Hook)
At last, time for that puff puff and pass
Yes indeed I got that need for weed
Coughing and choking, but please don’t rescue me
I will down a whole ounce of weed

Hit bongs while producing songs
We container more grass that the mowers in the lawn
Prices increase so quickly i checked in the shop of the pawn
Lungs paralyzed w/ a sequence of blood shot eyes
Shorten of breath feeling Asthma attacks coming on that are massive
We weed blunts with fire that's rapid
Without shit I rather be caught and fond when I had it
Dazed and I add up what lefts like equations of mathematics
Globally i present my pothead revolution influencing those to play and sell the drugs of traffic

peace.......

..::TinMaN::..

[Myrealname]

THIS SONG IS FUCKING TIGHT ! ! ! !
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Artist: Defari
Album:  High Times * THC - The Hip Hop Collection Vol. 1
Song:   Bomb Tree

[Chorus: Defari]
Roll it, light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it
See if you can hold it, this bomb tree
Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips
See if you can handle all of it, this bomb tree
Roll it , light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it
See if you can hold it, this bomb tree
Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips,
See if you can handle all of it, this bomb

(Defari)
My minds trippin', I'm flying like the Jetsons
I got greener trees than the vegetable section
Though I'm blown on high, I'm concentrating on this realness
Society's playin' with these devils and illness, God
Hear me when I beg for forgiveness
All the black and tans I've had, all the forty's and Guinness
All the sacks and the bags I've rolled full of indo
Hot box in the low with the rolled up windows
Ninety-eight degrees outside, ash the roach, put the AC on sixty-five and drive
These Los Angeles streets I ride
Peep a cold ass nigga with the bloodshot eyes, Defari, yeah
That name ring a bell
and that kush those dudes smoked got that bomb ass smell
Palm trees ain't the only greenery in California
In fact, the most common tree is what we call doja

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

Now I've been all around the world for the bomb ass tree
Canada, Amsterdam, Christine to Italy, the Bay and Honolulu
I even got thai weed in London that look like doodoo
Imagine blunts longer than a Hennessy fifth
Northern lights, purple kush with a mushroom mix
Add my rockin' hash to your little blunt of tricks
Now what do we have?  A motherfuckin blunt that hits
That's the shit, stop playin', add a sack to this
But put it back in your pocket if you got seeds and sticks
You dig?  I'm only firing up fire weed
Make a stress smoker really admire me

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

I'm from that Cheech and Chong scene
I got that mean Joe Green
I'll burn trees until I'm one hundred and thirteen (damn)
And maybe then I'll stop, Not!
I'll be a great grandpops with the finest of stock
Cannabis cup, we party, can't handle this stuff
Damage your lungs, what!  Pack another one
I got fresh water for the bong, that's six feet long
Exercise before I rip it cuz this weed is strong
A Jay of white widow sprinkled with some hash in the middle
Make a nigga hella happy, like when he was little
Bout to grub except now we burn pounds and dubs
I'd like to take time out to thank those who gave love
On the sack, the rest of y'all niggas is wack
Tried to serve a nigga shake at the end of your bag
Zig zag, take a slow drag
And if you just started smoking tree you wouldn't know that

[Chorus] - repeat 2X