Smoke Some Weed - Lyrics - Laugh Now, Cry Later - Ice Cube

Title: Smoke Some Weed
Album: Laugh Now, Cry Later
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Stephen William Anderson, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
(Smoke some weed)
Ice Cube, motherfucker
West coast, motherfucker
(Smoke some weed)

George Bush, George Clinton, Bill Clinton
Chris Farley, Chris Rock, Bob Marley
Rick James knew how to throw a party
(Smoke some weed)

Snoop Dogg, all the way to Cheech and Chong
Cypress Hill, Robert Downey hit the bong
Ricky Williams, fuck how Miami feelin'
(Smoke some weed)

This is West coast, nigga thinkin'
California quicksand got a nigga sinkin'
I can give a fuck what you niggaz drinkin'
(Smoke some weed)

This is West coast, nigga thinkin'
California quicksand got a nigga sinkin'
I can give a fuck what you bitches drinkin'
(Smoke some weed)

If you a baller, nigga, I'm a Hall of Famer
Lion tamer, with two [Incomprehensible] flamers
Understand, that yo' life's in danger
Didn't your momma tell you not to talk to strangers?
(Smoke some weed)

Lil' nigga, I'm the Hillside Strangler
Have a banger, callin' for the Lone Ranger
Most rappers, they wanna fuck sangers
I'm a nigga, that wanna bone [Incomprehensible]
(Smoke some weed)

G4, pull it up out the hanger
A lil' somethin' to fuel you niggaz anger
The swine, I'm your face re arranger
In a mansion, 'cause Jesus born in a manger
(Smoke some weed)

Motherfucker, belong on Jerry Spranger
I'm a gangsta, up in your CD changer
I'll gank ya for twenty bucks, then I'll thank ya
Police, still get the middle fanger
(Smoke some weed)

This is West coast, nigga thinkin'
California quicksand got a nigga sinkin'
I can give a fuck what you niggaz drinkin'
(Smoke some weed)

This is West coast, nigga thinkin'
California quicksand got a nigga sinkin'
I can give a fuck what you bitches drinkin'
(Smoke some weed)

Lil' niggaz, don't try this at home
Momma in the bathroom, leave her ass alone
'Cause she probably takin' chronic, straight to the dome
Go play, you lil' fucker, stop bein' grown
(Smoke some weed)

Dave Chappelle, fifty million and a throne
With a big Zulu bitch, nigga gettin' blown
Watch your tone, if you wear coppertone
'Go Back To Africa', used to be a theme song
(Smoke some weed)

I'm in the zone, do anybody got a zone?
I ain't your poppa, but Daddy is a Rolling Stone
Youse a clone, who don't know the shit you on
Unless it's on a motherfuckin' ring tone
(Smoke some weed)

I'm in a throne with two bottles of Patron
You need a loan to fuck with the Family Stone
Nigga, go on, tell 'em Ice Cube is home
Gorilla niggaz, here come King Kong
(Smoke some weed)

This is West coast, nigga thinkin'
California quicksand got a nigga sinkin'
I can give a fuck what you niggaz drinkin'
(Smoke some weed)

This is West coast, nigga thinkin'
California quicksand got a nigga sinkin'
I can give a fuck what you bitches drinkin'
(Smoke some weed)

Ice Cube, motherfucker
West coast, motherfucker
(Smoke some weed)

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What You So Mad At?? - Lyrics - Kiss of Death - Jadakiss

Title: What You So Mad At??
Album: Kiss of Death
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Mickey Davis, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Yeah, wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Uh me and honey on the dance floor just flexin'
Till the neck on my white T start stretchin'
Liquor comin' outta our paws and we sweatin'
But that ain't slowin' us down, we still steppin'

Her gear is strong, her hair is long, her feet is small
And she smoke weed and all, so we gonna pop us a bottle
And blow us a good splif, V I P is crowded but they all look stiff
I'm well connected, I got wolves over there and niggaz that

Act like pitbulls over here, ya I'm just doin' my 1 2 and shit
She's shakin' it, doin? that Saint Louis shit with her back in it
So I put my bones in it, the rollz go prezzy, got the pink stones in it
Why you want drama with me, I ain't gonna blast you
Before I put the money on ya head I?m a ask you nigga

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

I'm everything controversial, underground gangsta rap
Slash commercial yeah but still all it takes is a long Dutch
For me to get your wifey up out of a warm Dutch
As far as the funeral, you got it it's on us ?cuz niggaz ain?t crazy

They just armed us uh, so let me get another round
Now Hypno and Clico will sit a brother down
Haze'll have you feelin' like you in another town
Then its time for the gangstas so get the rubbers now

K I two of them swirled things one more drink and ya boy
Might be doin' the earl thing
Ma it's me, you and whoever ya girl bring
Meet me in the back, I'm outside the pearl thing

I got the trate pound hooked on my waist
When they mention my name around other rappers
Look in they face and say

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Yeah, wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Can't knock a nigga that didn't make it, if you try
Far as me though, my spot is celitified
So when I hit my number, I?m a hit it high
And when I'm dead and gone, they gonna say I did it live

?Cuz I done been too nice for way to long
They can't hold me back I'm way to strong
Double R D-Block that's what it is and that's what it's gonna be
We gettin' it on I just wanna know

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

What you so mad at now? Let's all get down
Let's blow this pound, we gon' hold it down
What you so mad at now? Let's all get down
Let's blow this pound, we gon' hold it down

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Can I Get A Hit - Lyrics - Skull & Bones - Cypress Hill

Title: Can I Get A Hit
Album: Skull & Bones
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud

Lyric:
Handle it, handle it
You know, motherfuckers need to have some weed etiquette
True, true
You see, motherfuckers try to come up and bogard your weed
At the club, they don't wanna share theirs

You know I hate it when I roll a joint, give it to somebody
Who ain't got weed but they wanna be up in the party
Laughin' an' gigglin', sippin' on a Heinie
Son you need a Tic Tac, your breath is gonna blind me
Talkin' about, you wanna hit, spittin' in my eardrum
Oh, you new in the cypher, step to the rear son
Still they manage to hit it and put they grip on it
That's when they wet the tip and put they lips on it

Then when you get it, forget it, it's been wetted
Who gonna hit it now, not me, you got me
Thinkin' about these fuckin' jokers, double tokers
Smokers who hit it like they suckin' a dick, fuckers
Flippin' it, lovin' it, smokin' it to the head
Givin' it to me half way down, thanks again
Then when you see 'em later smokin' they own stash
When you ask 'em for a hit, they say, sorry this is my last

I shared some with you, sorry that's not my problem
Talk to the hand, but I got plenty if you wanna buy some
These people piss me off, this is true indeed
But nothin's worse when someone's askin' for some weed
What do I look like a tree where the bud grows
Here pick my left nut and smoke it in the bowl

Or better grow your own, leave mine alone
Here I'll give you a clone, now raise up outta my zone
I know, I got the best weed, but don't make me
Make your burnt chest bleed, what you need
Is weed etiquette, please don't be offended
'Cuz the weed costs money, I'm the one who has to spend it

And that's just the way it is man
Y'all motherfuckers need to learn
You just can't come, askin' for some shit and not givin' none in return
What the fuck is that man? We goin' into 2000 motherfucker
You need to learn how to smoke some weed with people
Pass it to the left motherfuckers

Can I get a hit of your weed
Can I get a hit of your weed
Can I get a hit of your weed
...

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Smoke & Burn ["Featuring Up In Clouds"] - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Smoke & Burn ["Featuring Up In Clouds"]
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): L Jones, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
And burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty
Off chronic ganja
(Lost in the smoke lost in the smoke)
I've got to get higher higher
(Roll it up, light it up, take a puff)

I'll share with you my herb I'm about to choke, off ganja
(Keep on smoking smoking smoking)
So if you want to come along we can load a double hit for my water bong
To get higher higher
(Yeah don't let that Buddha fool ya)

Smoke and burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty
Off chronic ganja
(Lost in the smoke lost in the smoke)
I've got to get higher higher
(Keep on smoking smoking smoking)

Quarter past one and it'll all be gone twenty four to the fifth
(Why do I stay high?)
It's 1999 it's time
To open your eyes and arise
See there's hope from above
(Why do I stay high?)

Don't stop because they ask you to be civilized
It's your freedom of speech and a right to be free
(Why do I stay high?)
Peace, going out to Bob Marley, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
(Why do I stay high?)
2Pac, Eazy, Biggie Biggie, everybody
(So high so high)

Smoke and burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty
Off chronic ganja
(Lost in the smoke lost in the smoke)
I've got to get higher higher
(Keep on smoking smoking smoking)

Heavenly hosts and angels above
Roll smoke toke choke pull out some indo
(I say I can take you higher)
Birds a flight and singing of love
Roll smoke toke choke we can all go and get smoke
(All we need is weed and fire)

When you stay high
But if you really want to ride with me
(And you know we got some got some)
Y'all can go and try to see
(You should come and smoke some smoke some)

That it's okay, that it's all right
(Ain't nothing wrong)
If you got to get get high
(Stay high)

Smoke and burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty
Off chronic ganja
(Lost in the smoke lost in the smoke)
I've got to get higher higher
(Keep on smoking smoking smoking)

(Roll it up roll it up roll it up)
I've got to get away for a while to ease my head
(Got to get away)
Toke another blunt to get blunted
(P O Ded)
Already high
(P O Ded)

I've got to get away for a while to ease my mind
(Got to get away)
Toke another blunt to get blunted
(P O Ded)
Feeling blind
(P O Ded)

I feel so lonely
(We can erase that from your mind)
And empty ever since he left me
(Set yourself free and just get high)
So I just toke, 'til I choke, c'mon roll roll let's get stoned
(Sit back and let your mind just flow)
For a while

They'll say I'll run from my problems
(Keep running keep running)
And I'm hiding from my head
(Keep running keep running)
(The higher I get the further I get away)
Acting crazy

Well it may be I tell it wrong, but it's the story told
How I've gotten higher higher higher
(Lifted lifted)
I've gotten higher higher higher
(Drifted drifted)
I've gotten so high off ganja
(Listen listen we've got to got to)

Smoke and burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke, lost in the smoke)
Beauty

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I'Ll Never Smoke Weed With Willie Again - Lyrics - Toby Keith

Title: I'Ll Never Smoke Weed With Willie Again
Artist: Toby Keith
Composer(s): Scott Emerick, Toby Keith

Lyric:
I always heard that his herb was top shelf
I just could not wait to find out for myself
Don't knock it 'til you tried it, well, I tried it my friend
And I'll never smoke weed with Willie again

I learned a hard lesson in a small Texas town
He fired up a fat boy and passed him around
The last words, that I spoke before they tucked me in
Was, I'll never smoke weed with Willie again

I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
My parties all over before it begins
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But, I'll never smoke weed with Willie again

I hopped on his old bus, the honey suckle rose
The party was Vegas it was after the show
Alone in the front lounge with just me and him
With one parting puff grim creeper set in

I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
My parties all over before it begins
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But, I'll never smoke weed with Willie again

Now we're passing the guitar and telling good jokes
I know ones a-comin' 'cause I'm smelling smoke
No, I do not partake, I just let it pass by
With a smile on my face and a great contact high

I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
My parties all over before it begins
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But, I'll never smoke weed with Willie again

In the fetal position with drool on my chin
I messed up and smoked weed with Willie again

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We Can Smoke - Lyrics - Big Money Heavyweight - Big Tymers

Title: We Can Smoke
Album: Big Money Heavyweight
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): B Thomas, B Williams, T Quaites

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
Smokin', smokin', smokin'
Smokin', smokin', smokin'

We can smoke, we can drink
We can freak the night away
Can we freak the night away?
Can we smoke? Let's drink
We gonna stunt the night away
Blow blunts around the way

Ma, you can shine with a nigga, if you grind with a nigga
Spend time with yo nigga, mama
Whoa, you can ride with a nigga, get fly with a nigga
Get high with yo nigga, mama
Whoa, we can blaze the haze day to day in the hood that's what's up
Whodie, we can tow the K go around the way

Jumping out the brand new truck
Whodie, situation getting sticky nigga blowing on his sticky
Sex, weed and a twist-up
Yeah, I'm in the hood with the metal
'Cause I'm good with the ghetto nigga playing get fucked up

Yeah, we live the gumbo lives it's high in spite
We struggled, but we came up
Go, you can look in my eyes see G's for life
Talking money bring my name up

We can smoke, we can drink
We can freak the night away
Can we freak the night away?
Can we smoke? Let's drink
We gonna stunt the night away
Blow blunts around the way

We can smoke the best weed
We can drink the good Cognac
We can do it in my Cadillac
Come and smoke with me
See I got that purple haze and it's time for us to blaze
Can we smoke?

Shazzam, damn, a bag of weed a cup of Cognac and a couple of seeds
Two hot strippers coming out they zippers
We some pimps dude we don't tip them, they tip us
I got my smoking jacket on 10 feet long
Inhale, exhale, that shit gone if you ain't got what I'm drinking
Then I'm drinking what ya got
Hey, keep them bitches coming cause I drink a lot

I'm a gulp like a fish you want some of this?
We can have sex, but you can't have a kiss
She said what's next your ever did X?
Ex-girlfriend now I'm cashing your checks

We can jump in the coup take a ride by Snoop
He got a lot of weed, you can like soup
You can smoke, you can drink till your lips turn pink
Till you pass out, ass out full of that dank

We can smoke, we can drink
We can freak the night away
Can we freak the night away?
Can we smoke? Let's drink
We gonna stunt the night away
Blow blunts around the way

We can smoke the best weed
We can drink the good Cognac
We can do it in my Cadillac
Come and smoke with me
See I got that purple haze and it's time for us to blaze
Can we smoke?

Whoa, we got that golden leaves rolled
With the weed in the middle dro stuck to the window blowing
Whoa, nigga feeling real good he high as he could
Nigga fucked around and blew up

Whoa, we gotta mix it right the gray goose fired
The blender with the fruit ice
Yeah, nigga look at my life and see what's inside
You fuck around and blow up

Whoa, then we blaze and blaze 'round the way
We keep both guns tucked, bitch
We read the play around the way for the people coming full up
Whoa, nigga pump your brakes you're from the state
Nigga know how we came up
Nigga plead the plate from state to state
Cooking cakes so niggas blow up

We can smoke, we can drink
We can freak the night away
Can we freak the night away?
Can we smoke? Let's drink
We gonna stunt the night away
Blow blunts around the way

We can smoke the best weed
We can drink the good Cognac
We can do it in my Cadillac
Come and smoke with me
See I got that purple haze and it's time for us to blaze

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Fire It Up - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Fire It Up
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): John Frusciante, Michael Balzary, Harris Jermaine Dupri, Barry White, J Forston, Chad Smith, Anthony Kiedis, Clarence Reid, R Royal, R Sameuls

Lyric:
My day starts out light, but it is very heavy as the night approach
When I take flow from all dat smoke dat I smoke, no joke
As I commence to take flight its gotta be first class 'cause this ass
Could give a fuck about coach bitch
(How high do you fly when you fly back?)
From da bottom to top- top to bottom and back
Now as I lay me in da cup gettin fucked up
Puffin on blunts and comin up with some mo of dat funky stuff
Rough and tough is not enough to keep my focus
No its dat hocus pocus abracadabra smokeyas
Fills up da room as I breathe again
One smoke from da ghetto its dem braids and
When flossing in my benz with my friends it begins
Smell the aroma puttin you in a coma
Its dat super sanky dank that'll make ya faint go blank
Hey when I its da door all my niggas say

Adi adi adi adi ah (its probably all dat chronic that I smoke)
Oh How we love it when ya fire it up
Adi adi adi adi ah layin in da cut gettin real fucked up
Adi adi adi adi ah (its probably all dat chronic that I smoke)
Oh How we love it when ya fire it up
Adi adi adi adi ah layin in da cut gettin real fucked up

Its a new day new day truly ain't nathin changed
Fall up out my bed to the same ol' thangs
Your averaged, everyday black surrounded, bar-b-que, a little weed
Its some niggas with some bass pounding
One o'clock is da time to raise
Take a shower brush my teeth and correct my braids
Now listen up to what I say because this typa shit, it happens everyday and
(I gotta place where I soak some so) In da summer its a coolin
In da winter its a smoke ho
20 Feet away from da house in da back
Surrounded by a gate draked in all black its
(Its where me and my homies go smokin on that thang till it aint no mo)
How we smoke? (we smoke till I blast some mo)
Doin my thang kickin back relax and then

Adi adi adi adi ah (its probably all dat chronic that I smoke)
Oh How we love it when ya fire it up
Adi adi adi adi ah layin in da cut gettin real fucked up
Adi adi adi adi ah (its probably all dat chronic that I smoke)
Oh How we love it when ya fire it up
Adi adi adi adi ah layin in da cut gettin real fucked up

Adi adi adi adi ah (its probably all dat chronic that I smoke)
Oh How we love it when ya fire it up
Adi adi adi adi ah layin in da cut gettin real fucked up
Adi adi adi adi ah (its probably all dat chronic that I smoke)
Oh How we love it when ya fire it up
Adi adi adi adi ah layin in da cut gettin real fucked up

We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke baby
We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke baby
We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke baby
We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke baby

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Smoke - Lyrics - Nature

Title: Smoke
Artist: Nature
Composer(s): Barnes Baxter Olivie

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Lyric:
Peep the reprucussions, causing deep discussions
Brothers that fight might only speak to cousins
Rugged life but niggas in my fleet is stubborn
Grandma's they turn to Stella's when they need some loving

My name holds weight, bigger than a Saint Bernard
Some think because it's rap that it ain't a job
Think again, I try to sepearate my do's from don'ts
Niggas be slittin' they wrist, losing they hoes

Some dudes be confused when they broke
Misrabale, looking death in the eye don't blink quick to smile
My hoodrats be women now, [unverified] lot
Yall'a always be my bitches lonely or not

How much ass can I pass up? Tilt your glass up
This one's for the kids in Arkansas that shot they class up
When I smoke I like my hash crushed beleive it or not
Q-B forever niggas keeping it locked

Smoking cheeba, some supply it some'll grow it
Reefer, some'll buy it some'll roll it
The chronic, if you try'd it then you know it
The toxic, I'm getting high when I roll it

You know I wanna hit the chocolate
Some brothers love to see them clouds
The hydro, some brothers love to get aroused
The la-la, in some paper or a dutch
The ganja, I can't wait to get a rush, marijuana

I play cards with Ray Charles, cheat for a grand
Once I deal out the deck take a peak at his hand
He got blackjacks but still losing is weak
I write a hook and feel my beat
Trayino, Mike G should read his feet

Play these niggas, now in 98 no time to graze niggas
'Cause they might tell, white judges, like the icegrill
Hoes set you up the same way that Pac and Mike fell
Private affairs if I know your wife well

Switch to different subjects
Some of the styles that I hit you up with
I make it hard for you to kick your tough shit
Major adjustments, I package a flame for all you bustas
Wrapped up put on a shelf full of substance

I drug clicks, anti-biotic, rarely spotted
Niggas hear my name periodic
I feel we got it King of New York
Only the real'll cop it

Smoking cheeba, some supply it some'll grow it
Reefer, some'll buy it some'll roll it
The chronic, if you try'd it then you know it
The toxic, I'm getting high when I roll it

You know I wanna hit the chocolate
Some brothers love to see them clouds
The hydro, some brothers love to get aroused
The la-la, in some paper or a dutch
The ganja, I can't wait to get a rush, marijuana

I been all across the world on my quest for some herb
Spots be selling dirt keep the federal resevere
Smoking in bongs, niggas know that its 'dro in the Bronx
I like that stinky green shit that be growing in swamps

Half-Baked puff, puff, then you pass it to me
Good weed'll make you eat the last shit on your plate
Forget your songs seperate stix from stones
If your chronic come with stix leave that shit alone

Smoking cheeba, some supply it some'll grow it
Reefer, some'll buy it some'll roll it
The chronic, if you try'd it then you know it
The toxic, I'm getting high when I roll it

You know I wanna hit the chocolate
Some brothers love to see them clouds
The hydro, some brothers love to get aroused
The la-la, in some paper or a dutch
The ganja, I can't wait to get a rush, marijuana

Smoking cheeba, some supply it some'll grow it
Reefer, some'll buy it some'll roll it
The chronic, if you try'd it then you know it
The toxic, I'm getting high when I roll it

You know I wanna hit the chocolate
Some brothers love to see them clouds
The hydro, some brothers love to get aroused
The la-la, in some paper or a dutch
The ganja, I can't wait to get a rush, marijuana

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Doe Or Die - Lyrics - Az

Title: Doe Or Die
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Cruz, Sylvia Robinson, Edward Fletcher, Joe Johnson, Melvin Glover, Clifton Chase

Lyric:
Yeah, New York undercover baby
Whole lot of things done changed
Yeah, it's a lot of people puttin' black eyes in the game
You know what I mean? Alright, let's do this

Check it
I had a block locked but took a fall now I'm off my feet
I gotta eat, so it's back to these fuckin' streets
And I will grow 'cause I'm an old timer
I bring the drama to any nigga, his babies or his fuckin' mama

I gotta look like Tevin Campbell, but still I gamble
Hustle and scramble 'cause money is muscles in this damn zoo
And in order to make it, you gotta take it
Be the boom blast boom spin, break but don't fake it

That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas bloods I spill
Took what they built, flippin' their drug game on tilt
'Cause in New York, dealin' drugs is a sport
You either sell it, smoke it shoot up or snort, either way you're caught

And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it, skies is the limit
So no mo' bein' some motherfucker's lieutenant
Shit, from this point that's how I feel, I wanna fly
Yeah, it's either doe or die

It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

And other hoods I hang with, mix slang in they language
Love, kickin' that gang shit, sellin' on the same strip
Hustlin' hard, no matter how much we hated
So dedicated, even our dreams are drug related

Shit, puff bananas, not even the cops can stand us
'Cause of the way we vanish, every time they come to can us
25 we get the money live, fuck all that funny jive
The streets is our only source to survive

And before any teeny boppers think about tryin' to stop us
I rather put your head, through the propellers of a helicopter
'Cause all my peeps be playin' for keeps
Straight out the litter, so bitter, these bandits don't even need sweets

Bringin' the ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers
Move at night like truckers when suckers see us, they duck us
Shit, only the real can relate to the things a hungry man'll try
It's either doe or die

It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

And ever since I was a tar face baby watchin' Scarface
I dreamed of guns and tons of coke on a car chase
A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian
Plus props for crooked cops, payin' him tops not to run me in

Keepin' my toaster in a shoulder holster
Havin' hoes playin' me closer, sexin' on a silk sofa
Livin' the life of the rich and trife
Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife
Without stress from some bitchin' wife

What a life, that's why I be on what I be on
Always ready a war for, score a shoulder put me on
And until then, I won't sealin' what I'm feelin'
It was inside that I cried, but now it's spillin'

I'm goin all out until I fallout
So much of a menace, when I finish
Milkin' New York, I'll have to call out
On the run, 'cause I know feds will try and knock me
And railroad my soul to a hell hole if they got me

But not me, I'm goin' out fightin' until I fry
From hot lead no lie
Like I said, "It's either doe or die"
Doe or die, doe or die, doe or die
It's either doe or die

It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

Visualizin' the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest
The personal status, the pimps or salary
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

If not why not
Either you're in it, or you're in the way baby pa
New yields, no quills
I want it all

It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder

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Doe Or Die (Rza Remix) - Lyrics - Az

Title: Doe Or Die (Rza Remix)
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Cruz, Sylvia Robinson, Edward Fletcher, Joe Johnson, Melvin Glover, Clifton Chase

Lyric:
Yeah, New York undercover baby
Whole lot of things done changed
Yeah, it's a lot of people puttin' black eyes in the game
You know what I mean? Alright, let's do this

Check it
I had a block locked but took a fall now I'm off my feet
I gotta eat, so it's back to these fuckin' streets
And I will grow 'cause I'm an old timer
I bring the drama to any nigga, his babies or his fuckin' mama

I gotta look like Tevin Campbell, but still I gamble
Hustle and scramble 'cause money is muscles in this damn zoo
And in order to make it, you gotta take it
Be the boom blast boom spin, break but don't fake it

That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas bloods I spill
Took what they built, flippin' their drug game on tilt
'Cause in New York, dealin' drugs is a sport
You either sell it, smoke it shoot up or snort, either way you're caught

And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it, skies is the limit
So no mo' bein' some motherfucker's lieutenant
Shit, from this point that's how I feel, I wanna fly
Yeah, it's either doe or die

It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

And other hoods I hang with, mix slang in they language
Love, kickin' that gang shit, sellin' on the same strip
Hustlin' hard, no matter how much we hated
So dedicated, even our dreams are drug related

Shit, puff bananas, not even the cops can stand us
'Cause of the way we vanish, every time they come to can us
25 we get the money live, fuck all that funny jive
The streets is our only source to survive

And before any teeny boppers think about tryin' to stop us
I rather put your head, through the propellers of a helicopter
'Cause all my peeps be playin' for keeps
Straight out the litter, so bitter, these bandits don't even need sweets

Bringin' the ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers
Move at night like truckers when suckers see us, they duck us
Shit, only the real can relate to the things a hungry man'll try
It's either doe or die

It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

And ever since I was a tar face baby watchin' Scarface
I dreamed of guns and tons of coke on a car chase
A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian
Plus props for crooked cops, payin' him tops not to run me in

Keepin' my toaster in a shoulder holster
Havin' hoes playin' me closer, sexin' on a silk sofa
Livin' the life of the rich and trife
Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife
Without stress from some bitchin' wife

What a life, that's why I be on what I be on
Always ready a war for, score a shoulder put me on
And until then, I won't sealin' what I'm feelin'
It was inside that I cried, but now it's spillin'

I'm goin all out until I fallout
So much of a menace, when I finish
Milkin' New York, I'll have to call out
On the run, 'cause I know feds will try and knock me
And railroad my soul to a hell hole if they got me

But not me, I'm goin' out fightin' until I fry
From hot lead no lie
Like I said, "It's either doe or die"
Doe or die, doe or die, doe or die
It's either doe or die

It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

Visualizin' the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest
The personal status, the pimps or salary
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

If not why not
Either you're in it, or you're in the way baby pa
New yields, no quills
I want it all

It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder

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High Times - Lyrics - Cypress Hill IV - Cypress Hill

Title: High Times
Album: Cypress Hill IV
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M. Freeze, R Fritz, Lawrence Muggerud

Lyric:
Now this some bad weed

The very first time I hit the weed I was young
Coughing up a lung, high strung, back in '81
Going to school, hitting the buddha behind the bleachers
Coming to class high, selling the lie to the teachers

Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
Selling joints to the honeys, suck it like an icicle
Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
While everybody was running out, I was planting my seeds

Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned
Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's pole
I can remember when I could only get sess in those days
Now, I'm rocking that Chocolate Thai, skunk and the haze

Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front
But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt
Amateur of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field
Spilling the weed plant fucking dookies with no skill

I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it
Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it
Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give
The herb man what they need

True indeed, blow your fucking smoke up in the sky
And get high with your bong
Or your Philly, or duchess give me a light

Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffing the lye right
Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
Take a puff, that's enough and pass it to another

Get the weed sack, smoke it up, 'til it's all gone
No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb
I use ta spend money but now I'm growing the crops
But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot

It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother
That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover
Maybe I use ta look like that way back when
When my nigga Sen Dog was around sipping on the Hen

Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk
We got the High Times cover, shows you how to roll a blunt
Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter
Making trips to Mexico running down to the border

Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks
Kids of all colors be puffin it down the block
I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods

Call me Puffy 'cause I making and taking a hit record
Blow your fucking smoke up in the sky and get high
With the bong, Philly or duchess, give me the light

Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffing the lye right
Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
Take a puff, that's enough and pass it to another

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Z - Some How Some Way - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Some How Some Way
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Michael Mcglory, Brad Jordan, Dwight Grant, J Smith

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Lyric:
Please believe that
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out this life
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some way we gotta make it up out this life

Whether we dribble out this motherfucker
Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker
Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker
Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker
Some day the cops will kill a motherfucker
I don't always want to be this drug dealing motherfucker damn
Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride through the sky

I use to play the hall up fifth floor me
And my boys we all poor getting high
I seen the worst of the worst I deserve every blessing I received
I'm from the dirt, I planted my seed on unfertile land
Myrtle Park, Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand
And still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through
And touch my soul take hold of my hand
Look man a tree grows in Brooklyn

Some how some way
I gotta make it up out the hood someday
Some how some way
I gotta make it up out this life, c'mon
Some way I gotta make it up out the hood someday

To old Nell, Sigel street I ain't forget you
Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck
Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck
Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up
Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck
Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up

Niggas fighting over Cold young boys light things up
All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up
Remember Lil' Eddie man how he light mean up
Then they wonder why we light green up
Back to back steamer trying to relax but I can't
I lean up, ain't the L or the refer that steam up, that steam up

It's my head stress to the point I get a fever
Thinking bout the block and all the mothers and kids
That can't leave and how the Chinks gotta feed'em
For the rest of their life fucking wings fried
Vegetable rice, gotta be kidding, no breakfast, Cap'n Crunch at night
Our kids eating lunch at night in their beds all bunched in tight

No less than three or four, you know how it go
Two by the foot two by the headboard
Man I'm getting scared for them, yeah I know
That's how I feel for 'em and we gotta grip the shorties on the block
All they do is smoke weed and drink forties, cock their lower quarties
Enough to get the latest roc, newest glock and old Jordies

Some how some way
We gonna make it up out this hood one day
Some how some way
We gonna make it up out this life
Some how some way
We gonna make it up out the hood one day
Some way we gonna make it up out this life

Right here another lil' story bout this click I claimed
Another chapter based on how I get that game
Hanging round my neighborhood and bang my street
Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep
South-side sunny side blocks I run South Vegas, South Paul

Nigga all got guns
Over here we got this poor child, he'd that there
We know tomorrow ain't promise so we get that there
Fuck sitting in the living room guarding the steps
Working inside a slump house starving to death

Serving these nigga flippers, quarter-ounces and zippers
Agents snapping your picture neighbors plotting to get ya
Situations is critic I was out here to get it
Living it like a savage cause nigga I gotta have it
And holding back all the mothers for a minute, pumping hard dog

Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it all dog
Love being willied and your creek gonna rise
I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise
Some how some way, some how some way
I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise, some how some way

Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out this life
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some way we gotta make it up out this life

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Weed Song - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Weed Song
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Tim Middleton, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Take me, higher, higher, baby
Can you feel it?
(Feel it, feel it, feel it)
Do you feel the same weed high that I do?

'Cuz I'm so high
(Reefer makes you feel that way)
And I feeling so right
Roll mo, roll mo, let's smoke, I got to get high
I been high since the last song
(Off that la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

And I just been smokin' and smokin'
Smoke another blunt, roll another up
You know that weed can really ease your mind
Every time I smoke a reefer that indo high makes me fly

If everybody smoked a blunt, relieve the mind
The world could be a better place
If everybody took a break
And we all just got wasted float out
(Out, out out)

Smoked out, choked out
(Out, out out, out, out, out)
Pull another O
(Out, out, out)
Let's get P O D ded
(P O D ded, P O D ded)

The weed can't get no better
(No better baby)

20 dollar hollars, all day, everyday
Come around my way, we gone want to stay
Weed makes me hungry, happy and all I can say
Sure I need some more

Don't make me wait, stay awake, fake sleep
Got the weed between the sheets catch me
Mary Jane bless me, open up the dime, stimulate your mind
Slide my thumb up the blunt, open up to what you find in marijuana

I've never been in high times
(Lovin' them high times)
I never been in high times
(But could you tell me)
Am I high enough
(Am I high enough)
Am I high enough
(Am I high enough)

I remember being a little thug
Weed, really didn't know what it was
Then I took a puff and I realized
I should always, stay high

The weed, makes me feel alright
(The weed, alright)
If you feel like I feel, I got half on your dime
If you got weed smoke it, I'm a real weed smoker
If it's mine then I would since its yours you could, you should

If I ain't there when you blaze a blunt nigga huh, please think of me
'Cuz you know a nigga like to get high, high and free
(High)
Smokin' all night, feelin' all right, Bone Thugs get high, so high
High, high, all night, high, high, so high

Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, my, my, my
I know you wonder why I do this love the sky
And I soar up so high this mornin' I was in my bed
Bangin' and ringin' inside my head

I wanted to make love to you baby but last night I got P O Ded instead
So baby don't go away, all I got to say is I gotta have you Mary J
Such a heavenly feelin' I get when I'm taking fat ass blunts to the brain
Oh darlin', I'm going insane and I wish we really can
Kick it at home in America, like it was on in Amsterdam

You heard that I'm, you heard I'm, nothin' but a realer thug nigga
Nothin' less than a killa, I might if I'm makin' a scrilla
I never knew no one as live as the bone that kick as strong as me
Be rippin' the bong like me, can hit it as long as me

When I need to free my mind I can find, satisfaction in a bag of weed
Everything I need, leave it to the trees
It can make me feel better and everyday I wake we
Be rollin' up blunts and mo blunts and mo blunts

And I keep a case of swiss ha sweets in the trunk
So when I'm rollin', smokin', chokin', just floatin'
Through the city in the drop top, glock cocked, rollin', just rollin'
Me and Mary Jane that's my world, that's my thang

The way she penetrates my brain
Buddha, done blessed me with game
Good game, you wanna chop it up
We can kick it, smoke a patty to the dome
Nigga lay high, thugged out, smokin', all, night, long

The weed can't get no better
(No better baby)

The weed can't get no better
(No better baby)

The weed can't get no better
(No better baby)
...

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Weed And Money - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Weed And Money
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Percy Miller, Vyshonn Miller, Raymond Poole

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Lyric:
Check this out, you a playa if you got bitches and blunts
In your house, right? But you a motherfuckin' tru G
If you get the muffins an' she pay for the trees
You understand what I'm sayin', nigga, you feel me?
Y'all Captain Kirk ass niggaz ain't gonna survive
In this '97 space age hustle, so what you sayin'?

Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money
Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money

Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money
Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money

Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money
Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money

Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money
Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money

I stack greens like cheese, smoke weed with Gs
Sell cream to fiends an' roll with beams
Playa haters can't take me, hungry bitches can't break me
God, You made me but ain't no man gon' fade me

Got me deep in this game, some niggaz don't change
Have mercy on P, just tryin' to have change
In my pockets, I'm knockin', the feds can't stop me
Most hoes they jock me, I got knots in my pockets

Caviar an' bitches, 6 4 an' switches
Champagne an' riches but cookin' ki's in kitchens
Mansions with marble floors, knockin' off chocolate hoes
Boots with ignition, Ferraris an' drop rolls

I live with killers, dealers an' tru niggaz
No Limit guerrillas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide but true to the underground
Blow coheva blunts, keep 'em rollin' up
Got your bitch fienin' bro, P meanin' what?

Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money
Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money

Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money
Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money

Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money
Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money

Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money
Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money

I scream with riches, tag teamin' with bitches
'96 we went gold, haters thought we was finished
'97 went platinum, now they screamin' ?'No Limit'?
Tru niggaz don't fall off, this only the beginnin'

Comin' up for what? Makin' hella bucks
Niggaz gettin' bumped or what? Countin' cash up
Got this game sewed up, niggaz straight up, no cut
But y'all couldn't fuck with us, y'all couldn't fuck with us

Swingin' like Titanic, niggaz see us an' panic
After big bucks no whammy, on our way to the Grammy
Y'all couldn't fuck with killers, they call us dealers
Niggaz livin' for scrilla, bankin' with peelas

Army fatigues, niggaz straight like Gs
Livin' like soldiers with Gs, soldiers at ease
Slangin', fuckin' tapes like ki's, swang 'em just like ki's
From Richmond to New Orleans, we be ballin'
Keep your bitches down on they knees, keep 'em on they knees
Got them smokin' on our weed, guess what? But not for free

Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money
Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money

Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money
Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money

Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money
Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money

Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money
Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money

Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
I live for weed to make money
Man, I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin'
I can't even much count it

Silkk the Shocker or should I say
The black Frank Nitty, see
Oz's to make Gs
The mayor gave me an' P keys to the city

Livin' the American Dream
5 karats on my pinky ring
Ladies wanna make love to me
Niggaz wanna look at me all mean

But it's alright 'cause you still wonder
I don't want your old lady
But she still flip me the number
I wish she'd flip me some money

See, um, it's alright to have cash an' thangs
Ghetto millionaires, to live fashion, man
600 we gonna be smashin', man
But since I can't spend no bitches
So I need some cash an' thangs

Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money
Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
We live for weed & money

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Heat 4 Yo Azz - Lyrics - Celly Cel

Title: Heat 4 Yo Azz
Artist: Celly Cel
Composer(s): T Dudley, G Greene, A Hudson, D Robertson, Tenina Stevens, J Meadows, Marcellus James Mccarver, Samuel Bostic, G Hudson, T Morgan, Mike Mosley

Lyric:
One by one goes the bullets in the clip
Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit
Heat comin' from the barrel with a cloud of smoke
Dead bodies on the ground when these fools get loc'ed

It's crazy in the street, pack some heat for a sucker
Mobbin' through the town tryin' to murder muthafuckas
211's every day, liquor store and bank jobs
D boys gettin' robbed, niggas get jacked for they mobbs

What's a nigga to do, can't survive without a gun
Snitches in the street, a nigga livin' on the run
It's fun but the pen is like smokin' sess
Locked up on a 187'll make any nigga stress

You can wear a vest, it won't stop two to the head
Shot you in your face and now your ass is better off dead
Talkin' shit'll get you smoked quick
No need to save a hoe because they can't live without dick

So I focus on the mail, Celly Cel
Ain't no playa-hatin nigga, I got too much heat to sell
Fairy tales I never kick, it's gangsterism in my veins
I kicked it with the O G's pickin up on game

Get your money on, fuck a bitch and get ghost
And keep one in the chamber for them fools that play you close
Them sick wid' it niggas keep makin' the beat 4 yo azz
Ciggedy-Cel, the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz

Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz

Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz

Them sick wid' it niggas got the beat up comin' with some heat
Them federal muthafuckas tryin' to get a buck in the streets
Every day a nigga wanna test yo skill
And playa-hatas hate to see a nigga comin' real

The H I L L S I D E
Down with the P G, niggas don't wanna see me
Act a fuckin' fool, shootin' up the city
Happy on the trigger like my nigga Frank Nitty

Let's get into the C thang, hillside slang
It's a hillside thang from the hillside, mang
Smokin' 'em like a chronic sack, rollin' 'em in a zag
Hittin' 'em with the funk and zippin' 'em up in bodybags

Everywhere I go fools get to actin' crazy
Wanna let they nuts hang, thinkin' they can fade me
So I keep a life-long mug on my face
Rollin' with some heat, sippin' on a straight lace

A high speed chase, bank it in the side pocket
Po-po's can't fuck with the 350 rocket
Under my hood it's all good when I'm on the gas
Checkin' the rollers and the jackers that try to blast

Tricks of the trade already made, gangster got it down
Never panic under pressure when it's goin' down
Droppin' a bomb, nigga, mobb beats 4 yo azz
Ciggedy-Cel, the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz

Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz

Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz

Breakin' 'em off somethin' proper for the nine-fo'
In the do' is some of that heat 4 yo azz, hoe
Little hoes and the don't-know's need to know
A nigga that flow who ain't comin' out the gate slow

Pimpin' and and pandlin', hoe handlin' the whole bit
Killers move in silence, nigga, I don't talk shit
I see them loudmouth niggas keep gettin' dead
And the silent ones on 25 to life bids

You gotta pack some heat in the street, it's goin' down
If you ain't down you better move to a square town
Niggas talk shit, drink and smoke weed up
Hit the county jail straight P C'd up

You never know who really down till the funk jump
Same one that jump and the finger points at the punk
And your crew wasn't down from the get-go
Don't you know how that bitch-made nigga shit go?

Hollow points get to the point quicker
'Cause talkin' shit full of liquor thinkin' that you're sicker
Than the next nigga'll get you full of bullet holes
Stayin' on my toes and I just can't let go
Of this mobb shit that I kick 4 yo azz
Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz

Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz

Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz
That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz

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We Be Burnin' (Radio Version) - Lyrics - Sean Paul

Title: We Be Burnin' (Radio Version)
Artist: Sean Paul
Composer(s): Sean Paul Henriques, Michael Jarrett, Craig Serani Marsh, Cezar Cunningham, Steven Marsden, Delano Thomas

Lyric:
Just gimme di trees and mek we smoke it yo
(Smoke it yo)
It don't mek we please so don't provoke it yo
(Voke it yo)
We nuh need nuh speed so we nuh gon coke it yo
(Coke it yo)
Set we mind at ease we gotta take it slow

So when yuh see di S.P. floatin', don't provoke him
Cau di weed weh we smokin' need fi soakin'
Best ting fi di meditation
And di best hygrade a Jamaican

When we a bun a weed we supportin' and promotin'
Lau di crack and di coke ting yeah we soakin'
Herb a di healin' of di nation
Legalize it right now we wanna blaze one

Everyday, we be burnin' not concernin' what nobody wanna say
We be earnin' dollars turnin'g cau we mind deh pon we pay
Some got gold and oil and diamonds all we got is Mary J
Legalize it, time you recognize it

This purple haze it mek mi crazy
Mek mi write new tune yeah dat's what pays me
But I'm not di only occupation
Goin' to get some I give yuh education

When a farmer grows it he knows to close it
Economical benefit help fi those who a fi
Deh yah pon di hard jugglin'
Cau di system only keep man strugglin'

Studyin' people a use it don't abuse it
Cau di concentration well reputed
Dat's why herb man dem a di wise one
And it found on di grave of King Solomon

And it good fi di eye sight and di chest sight
And it give yuh nuff insight just gimme di light
And, mek we blaze it we should a neva waste it

Again, we be burnin' not concernin' what nobody wanna say
We be earnin' dollars turnin' cau we mind deh pon we pay
Some got gold and oil and diamonds all we got is Mary J
Legalize it, time you recognize it

Just gimme di trees and mek we smoke it yo
(Smoke it yo)
It don't mek we please so don't provoke it yo
(Voke it yo)
We nuh need nuh speed so we nuh gon coke it yo
(Coke it yo)
Set we mind at ease we gotta take it slow

So when yuh see di S.P. floatin' don't provoke him
Cau di weed weh we smokin' need fi soakin'
Best ting fi di meditation
And di best hygrade a Jamaican

Cau we know it as a great ting no debatin'
While dem incarceratin' true dem hatin'
Cau dem don't wanna see we a remain calm
Even though dem condemn [incomprehensible]

Everyday, we be burnin' not concernin' what nobody wanna say
We be earnin' dollars turnin' cau we mind deh pon we pay
Some got gold and oil and diamonds all we got is Mary J
Legalize it, time you recognize it

Again, we be burnin' not concernin' what nobody wanna say
We be earnin' dollars turnin' cau we mind deh pon we pay
Some got gold and oil and diamonds all we got is Mary J
Legalize it, time you recognize it

Again, we be burnin' not concernin' what nobody wanna say
We be earnin' dollars turnin' cau we mind deh pon we pay
Some got gold and oil and diamonds all we got is Mary J
Legalize it, time you recognize it

Just gimme di trees and mek we smoke it yo
(Smoke it yo)
It don't mek we please so don't provoke it yo
(Voke it yo)
We nuh need nuh speed so we nuh gon coke it yo
(Coke it yo)
Set we mind at ease we gotta take it slow

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