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A.G. - Weed Scented lyrics
feat. Guru, O.C., Party Arty [Guru] Turn it up.. [DJ Premier scratches] "Pack ya whole crew" "I bring it to ya live" "One hundred percent" "I bring it to ya live" "Pack ya whole crew" "I bring it to ya live" [Verse One: Guru] Yo, excuse you for not knowing, we always been spot blowin You kick rhymes, but you're not flowing You think you shine, you're not glowing Where we're headed you're NOT going Tell your girl she needs to stop hoein Heard she got caught showing, her naked ass for no cash Loves to blow dick, word to Rick, she's low-class But getting back to you, you ain't macking dude With ya cellophane game, you can catch a smack too With ya fake eye smug, you ain't a thug, fuck ya attitude Best show the Guru and his Fam some gratitude You mad at me, I'm mad at you You hate on me, I laugh at you I'm warning dog, on it, tell my homeboys to clap at you Niggaz tried to murder me for a wristwatch Rap shit ain't no comedy, word to Chris Rock Niggaz'll stair like queers for years 'Cause when I spit tight, you get rocked Word to Jimi Hendrix, it's weed scented [Hook: Party Arty] It's so dirty they can't believe that we did it It's weed scented, get the dutch and put some trees in it Pack a shorty at the bar then leave with it Spit a verse, pass the mic.. [Verse Two: O.C.] .. yo, let me hit it I got the beat like a dutch, fill it with something sticky Perceed gettin bend at the same time getting busy Chocolate flows, spark the dro, Mary Jane make the eyes low Cheech and Chong, hit the bong, many colors 'spond with phenomenon Shit is G.D.: A.G., Party and D-Flow the don Nigga it's on we 'bout to form |
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