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    Bizzy Bone

    Weed Song

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Bizzy Bone]
    You know we gotta have a weed song!
    ooh
    well they always got a weed song, luv it when my families high/
    i know a few of you got issues 'cause evils been out to get you/
    keep the family tight/
    light up the reefah for a stay over, family ties/
    when i die we gon make some dolla dollas/
    well enough to holla holla/
    been smokin marijuana wit my bitchez/
    smokin marijuana wita my mama mama/
    livin off cleveland ??? for life/
    livin off weed and vibes/
    Straight ??? niggas/
    wit seasoned and stress givin em chop ya ???/
    Hey, Dont put it on me dont put it on me, look at me, im high/
    i got some money i can let the shit dry/
    if its sticky then its sticky oooh i/
    sore eyes, she gets me let me see it up under the bar/
    [Chorus]
    Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.
    its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.
    Get Money!, and spread it all amongst my crew.
    oooooooooh
    Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.
    its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.
    Get Money!, Get Money!, Get Money!
    Get Money!, Get Money!
    [Prince Rasu]
    Scavangers watch me all times, when i wont feel like a million bucks/
    they say ??? fuck wit me, i tie ya children up/
    Reguardless of courtcases and they charges/
    im bumpin off hennessey nautious, ridin shotty in hot impalas/
    rock a jersey, dippin like a derby, gets up ya style/
    freak ill black em out laced wit the flame james brown/
    sippin on cuppacino, like carlito and gambino/
    schemin on a freedo big chips to whip benzino/
    challenge i say no, obstacles gon have to get hurtled/
    baby im out to collar for dollaz, niggaz i hurt you/
    wont reimburse you, except wit shots that'll hurt you/
    Glocks that'll murk you, shoulda never crept after curfew/
    im untouchable, similar to scarface/
    street verse of pacino be in yo kilos like star space/
    enterprise on a mission to go, where no man has gone b'fo'/
    wit clean getaways to mexico/
    plush rides, cuban carrots i gota find/
    life is a gamble, roll the dice, they never lie/
    my niggaz high, splittin vegas smokin incredible/
    sweakin like earl manigo baby its understandable/
    im droppin techs, fresh out the joint and still on a short chain/
    nigga when im off ima purchase a pound n blow my brain/
    [Capo Confuscious]
    Addicted Pothead, consumin pounds of sticky, pass it around/
    have the entire crowd lifted like cheech and chong/
    up in smoke, blown away, gazin trippin off shroomies/
    hallucinatin amongst ??? settle for goofy ass/
    ever since then drug substance straight blaze the weed/
    contemplate money schemes, currency value increase/
    gorillas get sorted when they see a brother flossin
    his brand new lexo land cruiser/
    and they still leasin a 2 door honda accord (oh lord)/
    resident neighbours scared, terrorise the suburbs/
    freaky parties in til 5 o clock in the mornin, early crack of dawn/
    kick every bitch out my house, say pussy come pussy go/
    spend quality time, faithful to mary jane/
    lifted always stay high/
    soon as my chronic supply run low/
    back to the weed spot purchase sum mo, lets go/
    [Chorus]
    Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.
    its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.
    Get Money!, and spread it all amongst my crew.
    oooooooooh
    Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.
    its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.
    Get Money!, Get Money!, Get Money!
    Get Money!, Get Money!
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