Bizzy Bone - Weed Song lyrics

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Bizzy Bone - Weed Song lyrics

[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 b**hez/ smokin marijuana wita my mama mama/ livin off cleveland ??? for life/ livin off weed and vibes/ Straight ??? n***as/ 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 sh** 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!, Pa** 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!, Pa** 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 ??? f** 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, n***az 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 n***az 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/ n***a when im off ima purchase a pound n blow my brain/ [Capo Confuscious] Addicted Pothead, consumin pounds of sticky, pa** 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 a**/ 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 b**h out my house, say p**y come p**y 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!, Pa** 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!, Pa** 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!