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
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 need
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
been hot since you rock shell tops Yessir Ha ha ha ha Gotta laugh at that Bitch give me the ball I'm a pass it back Spit nothin but crack got bags of
: (feat. Nelly) Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back Come kick it wit me, I'll get your groove back And give it to me Show it to me Give it
in my life I'll take a ride on the wild side" You were so full of yourself But damn, were you cute, as well I packed my bags, I liked your moves Anyone
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
: (feat. Kev tha Hustla) Yea Gettin more scrill, deal or no deal uh Yea, chubby bags Heavy hustle, course the gang, uh [VERSE 1] On, and on, and on
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 One
Aye, bend that ass over and let it move back Come, kick it with me, I'll get your groove back And give it to me, show it to me Give it to me, show it
Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back Come kick it wit me, I'll get your groove back And give it to me Show it to me Give it to me Show it to me
on the track I got insect thoughts, catch the cool ways Clouds of purple haze keep me in a daze The jazz, the jive, the poetry The style, the lingo, the bags
goin' off She sweats the beat and ask me 'cause she puffed it Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent Us 'cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt
until your hands get tired Rotate the club Locate the love Pulsate with the squeeze ass Double g cans fatigue shafts Out your league math Jeeps crash dent like bean bags
sky from a G45 Can you picture it? Matter fact picture you and me living it I know I'm just a youngin' but girl I'm in a good groove, right zone I just
there 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
the heat Ain't scared of the motherfuckin' police Yo, yo, guns jammed up, I'm crammed up in my lab Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags
places We've been near and far We have learned to count our blessings We have seen our guiding star Pick up your bags and get your ticket Don't hang
