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crunchy black - 3 different kinds of weed lyrics

(dj paul, talking)
yeah
crunchy n-gga doin’ it now mang
you know i’m sayin?
puttin’ these albums and sh-t out
mang, ya know i’m sayin?
now ya got, 3 different kinds of weeds
know i’m sayin? mixed in a bowl
thats like some of that super bin-laden type sh-t (super!)
mixin’ that sh-t up, so f-ck what’cha bought
some of this sh-t mang (f-ck what’cha bought)
lotta n-ggas out here be bullsh-ttin’
talkin’ bout they gon’ bring you a good bag
to the studio or somethin’, by the house
but i don’t ever see these n-ggas
f-ck y’all, f-ck what’cha bought man
w-ssup man?

(hook, singing)
three different kind of weeds
mixed in a bowl (mixed in a bowl)
and when i roll one up
i go outta control (i go outta control)
n-ggaaa
three different kind of weeds
mixed in a bowl (mixed in a bowl)
and when i roll one up
i go outta control (i go outta control)
n-ggaaa

(verse 1, crunchy black)
i’m a motherf-ckin’ fiend for that mary jane
and if ya got that, then ya got me mayn
i promise my smokin’ is outta the frame
and i ain’t gon’ even try to play ya mayn
can ya let me get some weed, see my check ain’t came
and a n-gga like me, i ain’t playin’ games
i need that mary jane, i need that mary jane
like a junkie need crack runnin’ through his veins
see n-ggas takin’ pills, i mean they poppin’ ’em mayn
but can y’all n-ggas cold, name some names
we holler’d perkaset, we hollar’d x mayn
i popped a full bar, now i’m outta the frame
see if you got sess, then you got game
now all you need now, is a freaky lil’ dame
to get on her knees, and bless ya thang
it’s hard here n-gga, don’t make me smoke ya mayn

(hook, singing)
i got three different kind of weeds
mixed in a bowl (mixed in a bowl)
and when i roll one up
i go outta control (i go outta control)
n-ggaaa
three different kind of weeds
mixed in a bowl (mixed in a bowl)
and when i roll one up
i go outta control (i go outta control)
n-ggaaa

(verse 2, crunchy black)
i used to f-ck wit’ this n-gga, i ain’t hatin’
a cool white-boy, he did the best that he can
he sold x-pills, bout a hundred man
and played around wit’ bout a hundred-grand
he bought me a q-p of ‘dro, understand?
and i smoked, smoked, smoked like a smoke and a bandit
y’all don’t know how much god d-mn it
i smoked so much, that the smoke couldn’t stand me
i’m just a young n-gga, tryina get high
and i’ma gon’ smoke til’ the day that i die
so roll up the weed, and ignite the fire
and let’s get high, n-gga let’s get high!
i know y’all know we hypnotize
we have y’all hollerin’ out “i-yi-yi”
like the ying yang twin’s “me, myself, and i”
if ya got three different kind of weed, give it a try!

- crunchy black lyrics

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