I love smokin weed I love smokin weed I love smokin weed Ain't no puzzle where ma mind is at I roll ma jays and ma ladies kinda fat Pullin weed outta bags
I guess I'm darker than the shadow of the darkest alley, that they always scared to go in, Boo! I wear boots and beads, bags and braids, stick and scrolls
got down on her knees But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove you might cry to my political groove Rest in
Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Mr. Capone-E] It's summertime, and I feelin' so good Wake up in the morning with the player's groove The weather is hot, and I'm
Feelin It, Yeah Hey [Verse 1: Different Person] It's Summer Time And I'm Feelin' So Good, Wake Up In The Mornin' With The Player's Groove, The Weather
the heat Ain't scared of the motherfuckin police [RZA] Yo, yo Guns jammed up, I'm cramed up in my lab Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags
I could never wait for them weekends to come Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum Boom, chick boom, the bass went On turntables fuckin it up in Duke's basement Groove
that are our employees they need to be catered, got their own nice bus they got worthy lives thanks to us And this wait at the airport to pick up my bags
Z-Ro, Z-Ro... [Z-Ro] 24 up in this game, and I don't own a damn thang Just a bunch of bags receiving blows, trying to maintain Dealing with insanity,
4 side Can u picture it? Matter fact picture you and me living it. [Hook] I know I'm just a youngin' But girl I'm in a good groove, right zone I just
that, coming at you so loud and clear so you have no fear we got the voice of the people's choice, the man with the plan who's got the the groove that
autographs for the human Being, I'm g-ing, off like keying Or Keenan, live Ivory, Waynan, who's slaying? A TV or movie, hit singles often move me Like groove
Buck, Queen Latifah and Keyshia Cole) [Intro: Keyshia Cole] Eyyy-yeaa... (Oh yeah) Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah... Heeeey, yeah... [Verse 1: The Game] The duffle bags