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02-23-2004, 10:02 PM
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Some of my favorite pot lyrics are definitely from Kottenmouth Kings but also my signature lyrics from Dave are my favorite because it can either be a girl or pot depending on how you look at it and for me those are the two most important things in life!
    
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02-23-2004, 10:42 PM
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Colt 45 by Afroman.
Wait a minute man Ay check this out man It was this blind man, right? Man check this It was this blind man, right? He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right? Ay, he walked past this fish market You know what I'm sayin'? He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said Woo, good morning ladies You like that shit man? Ay, I got a gang of that shit, man I tell you what My man on the guitar Ay, fool on the drums Everybody just crowd 'round the mic I tell you all these motherfuckin' jokes I got man So first I'm gonna start it off like this Help me sing it home boy, come on Said colt 45 and two zig-zags Baby that's all we need We can go to the park after dark smoke that tumbleweed As the marijuana burn We can take our turn Singin' them dirty rap songs Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong It still takes from here to Hong Kong So roll, roll, roll my joint Pick out the seeds and stems Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dell Skatin on datin rims So roll, roll the 83 Cadallac Coupe Caville If my tapes and my cd's just don't sell I bet my Cavy will Well it was just sundown in a small white town They call it eastside Palm Dell When the Afro Man walked through the white land Houses went up for sale Well I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap CD's when I met a little girl named Jan I let her ride in my Caddy cuz I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan We fucked on the bed Fucked on the flo' Fucked so long I grew a fuckin' afro Then I fucked to the left Fucked to the right She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white I thought to myself Sheeba sheeba got my ass lookin' like a zebra I put on my clothes and I was on my way Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet So I ran, I jumped out the back window But her daddy, he was waitin with a two-by-fo' Oh, he beat me to the left He beat me to the right The motherfucker whooped my ass all night But I ain't mad at her prejudice dad That's the best damn pussy I ever had Got a bad of weed and a bottle o' wine I'm a fuck that bitch just one more time Colt 45 and two zig-zags Baby that's all we need We can go to the park after dark smoke that tumbleweed And as the marijuana burn We can take our turn Singin' them dirty rap songs Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong It still takes from here to Hong Kong So roll, roll, roll my joint Pick out the seeds and stems Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dell Skatin on datin rims So roll, roll the 83 Cadallac Coupe Caville If my tapes and my cd's just don't sell I bet my Cavy will I met this lady in Hollywood She had green hair but damn she looked good I took her to my house Cuz she was fine But she whooped out a dick that was bigger than mine I met this lady from Japan Never made love with an African I fucked her once I fucked her twice I ate that pussy like shrimp fried rice Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya I met a woman in the heart of Australia Had a big butt and big titties, too So I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo See I met this woman from Hawaii Stuck it in her ass and she said I E Lips was breakfast Pussy was lunch Then her titties busted open with Hawaiin punch Met Colonel Sanders wife in the state of Kentucky She said I'll fry some chicken if you just bump me I came in her mouth It was a crisis I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices Colt 45 and two zig-zags Baby that's all we need We can go to the park after dark smoke that tumbleweed And as the marijuana burn We can take our turn Singin' them dirty rap songs Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong It still takes from here to Hong Kong I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee Her titties were filled with hennessy That country music really drove me crazy But I rode that ass and said "Yes, Miss Daisy" Met this lady in Oklahoma Put that pussy in a coma Met this lady in Michigan I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again Met a real black girl down in South Carolina Fucked her 'til she turned into a white albina Fucked this hooker in Iowa I fucked her on credit, so I owe her Fucked this girl down in Georgia Came in her mouth now I thought I told ya Met this beautiful sexy ho She just ran 'cross the border of Mexico Fine young thang said her name's Maria I wrapped her up just like a hot tortilla I wanna get married but I can't afford it I know I'm a cry when she get deported Colt 45 and two zig-zags Baby that's all we need We can go to the park after dark smoke that tumbleweed As the marijuana burn We can take our turn Singin' them dirty rap songs Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong It still takes from here to Hong Kong Have you ever went ova' a girl's house to fuck But the pussy just ain't no good? (say what) I mean you gettin' upset cuz you can't get her wet Plus you in the wrong neighborhood So you try to play it off and eat the pussy But it take her so long to cum Then a dude walk in That's her big boyfriend And he asks you where you from (where you from homey?) So you wipe your mouth and you try to explain (I don't bang) You start talkin' real fast (I don't bang) But he already mad cuz you fuckin' his woman So he start beatin' on yo' ass Now ya clothes all muddy Ya nose all bloody Your dick was hard but now it's all (what) You thought you had a girl to rock your world Now you still gotta go jack off Said colt 45 and two zig-zags Baby that's all we need We can go to the park...
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If you love something, set it free; if it comes backs it's yours, if it doesn't, it never was. -Richard Bach
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02-25-2004, 08:51 PM
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My sig - Primus
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When I need relief I spell it THC. Perhaps you may know vaguely what I mean. I sit back and smoke away huge chunks of memory As I slowly inflict upon myself a full lobotomy.
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02-26-2004, 02:26 AM
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09-23-2004, 12:51 AM
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"keep On Smokin, Im The Weedman, Im The Weedman, Keep On Chokin......"-bone Thugz
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"shit, i prolly been thru more treez than Tarzan"- Lloyd Banks "u know bitches at the mall, get they hoochie on, that why i stick to Mary Jane cus she aint never do me wrong....."-Me muthafucka, do somethin!!!
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09-23-2004, 02:07 AM
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Burn One Down and Smoke Two Joints are my two favs, but here's some more cool ones:
"See, I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do and if you don't believe me, go home tonight take all your albums, all your tapes and all your CD's and burn 'em 'cause you know what, the musicians who made all that great music that's enhanced your life throughout the years... real fuckin' high on drugs!" ~Tool, Third Eye "Some folks say smoking herb is a crime, if they catch you smokin they're bound to drop the dime Insufferable informa crazy fools wait: with their fingers crossed for you to break the rules And in the evening when we try to jam, we like the music loud in this here band We let the bass line drop as loud as we can stand Somebody always gotta turn informa for the man I want to know right now is there one of you in the crowd are you gonna call 911 and spoil all of my fun You crazy fool i'm in the mood Get ready come on now, load up the bong, crank up the song, let the informa call 911 And when security police force want to arrive Don't try to run, don't try to hide just pull out the .9 pop in the clip and let one slip into these crazy fools " ~Sublime, Get Ready "It all started late on a saturday night Said who's got the spliffs and who's got the pint? Look out the window, said to my surprise Here comes the man in blue and his flashing lights He said now "your party's fuckin' over with Because ya smokin' bluntsand you're rolling spliffs, Now tell me what'cha think i oughta think of this? Say want'cha pull out your sack or you be missed." Say now mr.officer come charge me all the time You got me for possesion, but i swear that it's not mine No matter what you do or say It's bound to come right back this way And if you want a moment's please say This what you'll say c'mon an' Let's get this party started Until the break of dawn an' Let's keep this party movin' Until there's no one home an' Let's get this party started Until the break of dawn an' Let's keep this party movin' All you got to do is sing. Can't take the pressure for long All they wanna do is roll 'til after 2 Getting high then they singing this song Snap another b then drink another brew [X2] C'mon At the roadblock but me so sorry mr.cop I bet you anything me gonna get stopped At the roadblock but me so sorry mr.cop I bet you anything me gonna get stopped Hey mista coppa said now why'd you stoppa me? na na I wasn't driving the car badly I said don't go lock me up because me smoke sensi Yes, this is the ghetto but i live 'cross the sea Say now mr.officer come charge me all the time You got me for possession but i'll swear that its not mine No matter what you do or say It's bound to come right back this way And if you want a moment's please say This is what you'll say c'mon an' Let's get this party started Until the break of dawn an' Let's keep this party movin' Until there's no one home an' Let's get this party started Until the break of dawn an' Let's keep this party movin' All you got to do is sing. Can't take the pressure for long All they wanna do is roll 'til after 2 Getting high then they singing this song Snap another b then drink another brew [X4]" ~Slightly Stoopid, Officer
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"Most people think / Great God will come from the skies Take away everything / And make everybody feel high" -Bob Marley, Get Up Stand Up
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10-06-2005, 12:50 AM
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I got, fat bags of skunk I got, White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes I'm about to go get lifted I got, myself a forty I got, myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes I'm about to go and stick it Method Man Last edited by chronicking : 10-06-2005 at 09:59 PM.
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10-06-2005, 01:13 AM
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10-06-2005, 04:07 AM
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Lying their bleeding your life is receding
The reaper is near his intervention you fear Stabbed in the throat, on your own blood you choke Hell's flames light the bowls we smoke You've driven me insane, necrotic skin in the pale moonlight! Midnight Empire - Funeral Moon in the Valley
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10-06-2005, 04:17 AM
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Tumbleweed by afroman is easily the best song to listen to high.
It's been a long long time I've been smokin Smokin marijuana (La da da da da) It takes out of my mental ghetto and places me in the bahamas It's been a long long time I've been smoking Smokin marijuana (La da da da da) It takes out of my mental ghetto and places me in the Bahamas It puts my mind at ease Indulgin myself in the calm breeze And my problems will flow away beyond the palm trees Chorus *But I gotta keep smokin and a smokin and a smokin on I keep chokin and a chokin and a chokin on I keep sellin and a sellin and inhalin My tumbleweed I like to go to palmdale (Yeah) Sit by the fountain (sit by the fountain) I light up a fat one gazin at the snow-capped mountains (come again now uh) I like to go to palmdale Sit by the fountain (sit by the fountain) I light up a fat one gazin at the snow-capped mountains Baby please don't nag Go and get me the zig-zag And my problems will float away Like a plastic baiiiag Chorus I need to get a job And that's not funny (La da da da da) Cuz me be smoking too much ganja (yeah) And be runnin out of money I gotta lie to the man (let me get an application) Tell him that I've never been arrested (sir you have never been to jail) I gottta go to the clinic baby I gotta get drug tested (oh no) I got no food for my stomach Got no gas for my coup de ville I gotta walk to the supermarket for some goldenseal Cuz everyday Chorus Ohhh, Ohhh Yeahhhh Uh I said the black man smokin (black man smokin) If he's a soul bro (Hey man what's happening) I said the mexican smokin (mexican smokin) If he's a cholo (where you from esse) I said the creole smokin (creole smokin) Down in Mississippi (Fuck creoles) I said the white man smokin (white man smokin) If he's a hippie (where's the bud man) It puts my mind at ease Indulgin myself in the calm breeze And my problems will flow away beyond the palm trees
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10-06-2005, 06:10 PM
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"A friend with weed is a friend indeed" Placebo
How right they are
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10-06-2005, 08:15 PM
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hits from the bong
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10-06-2005, 09:02 PM
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no smoke two joints is by bob marley sublime just did a cover version
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