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  • Now this some baaad weeed...
  • Breal:
  • The very first time I hit the weed I was young
  • Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in 81
  • Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers
  • Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachers
  • Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
  • Sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle
  • Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
  • While everybody was runnin out, I was plantin my seeds
  • Homegrown, backyard boogie, Im still stoned
  • Got my weed plants taller than your telephones corner
  • I can remember when I could only get sess in those days
  • Now Im rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the haze
  • Roll a fat one, pass it to the left dont front
  • But I hate it when they dont take the seeds out the blunt
  • A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field
  • Spillin the weed plant *****in 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 *****in smoke up in the sky
  • And get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light
  • Chorus:
  • Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
  • Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right
  • Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
  • Take a puff, thats enough, and pass it to another
  • Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til its all gone
  • No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb
  • I usta spend money but now Im growin 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 usta look like that way back when
  • When my nigga sen dog was around sippin 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
  • Makin trips to mexico runnin 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 makin and takin a hit record
  • Blow your *****in smoke up in the sky and get high
  • With the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the light
  • Chorus

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