|
Odd Squad - Smokin' Dat Weed lyrics
[ CHORUS (2X) ] Smokin that weed, feelin fine Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime [ Devin ] Fuck a blunt, just roll a nice fat square Put some fire to the end and put that bitch in the air Hell, I'm glad I got my weed, it damn near took me a hour I was creepin down Belfort, a fuckin train on [Street Name] Got a 40oz from Atco right across from Chateau Went up the street a little piece and purchased me a fat hoe Hit 610, steady checkin my weed Separatin the buds from the stems and seeds I got that shit to get you higher than a rocket Bitch, I got a sack, put that nick' back in your pocket And sample some of this, inhale it up through your nose Take another good pull and watch your lungs explode ( *inhales * ...that ain't no punk) Bitch, I mix my shit together, hoe, that's Red House skunk Put that Odd Squad tape in the deck while I'm boomin it Nosy neighbors lookin but, bitch, all I'm doin is [ CHORUS ] [ Jugg Mugg ] Oh yeah, we're smokin that weed and always feelin fine We like to drink the brew and plus the boom's for unwind But speakin of herb, nigga, let's get us another sack Let's get a fat dime, man, we go half on the zig-zags I love the cheeba and I might just be an addict I'm rollin through the hood causin all the fuckin static A tight-eyed hoodlum, that's what your parents call me A victim of a bastard child, my mother spoiled me Muthafuckas say: you shouldn't do drugs But weed is not a drug, it massages my Jugg Mugg Besides, the shit, it really does me no harm It's better than me havin needle marks in my arms So I'ma keep puffin and slurpin on a brew And if you don't like what I'm sayin, I roll you up and smoke you And get so high, so high that I can reach up to the ceiling And then I'm in the mood for some of that sexual healing But just remember, it's really not what you do, it's how you do it Cause y'all can smoke the mo's but all these niggas here doin is Just [ CHORUS ] [ Devin ] Yeah bitch, I smoke but hoe, I don't geek Two tight fat dimes usually last me a week You got these fiends smokin crack with they head goin in circles But I'ma smoke my weed until my lips turn purple I take a square to work, I guess that's why I'm always late Couple of hits, that's all I take, save it for my break And after that I clock out, I get home, I get high Smoke my weed and drink my brew, so that my mouth don't get dry I get blowed, bitch, I'm not afraid to admit Off that weed, yes indeed, better believe I keeps the good shit |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 Christmas Fantasy by Anita Baker |
 Vision Valley by The Vines |
 Loyal to the Game by 2Pac |
 Afrodisiac by Brandy |
 Twenty Four Seven by Tina Turner |
