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bizzy bone - weed song lyrics

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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 b-tchez/
smokin marijuana wita my mama mama/

livin off cleveland? for life/
livin off weed and vibes/
straight? n-gg-s/
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-t 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!, p-ss 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!, p-ss 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-ck wit me, i tie ya children up/
reguardless of courtcases and they charges/
im b-mpin 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-gg-z 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 sp-ce/
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-gg-z 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-gg- when im off ima purchase a pound n blow my brain/

[capo confuscious]
addicted pothead, consumin pounds of sticky, p-ss 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 -ss/

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-tch out my house, say p-ssy come p-ssy 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!, p-ss 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!, p-ss 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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