Your Favorite Pot Lyrics

[EolGul]

Originally Posted by stoned_nate

no smoke two joints is by bob marley sublime just did a cover version

Nope, it's not a Bob Marley song. The original "Smoke Two Joints" was written by the Toyes. Sublime changed and removed some lyrics ("I smoke two joints when I play video game at every ten thousand points") and simply made a better song out of it.

But anyways, my favorite lyric is from Led Zeppelin's Over the Hills and Far Away because it's a double meaning and most people who know the song don't know that it's about weed.

"I live for my dreams, and a pocket full of gold."
Of course "a pocket full of gold," also means Acapulco gold

[Tekhnix]

The suns not yellow, its chicken!
--Bob Dylan

not about weed, but god damn is it funny!

[VermontMoon]

my fav pot lyrics:

I like pot
I lick twat
you eat snot
I like pot

[BONGZILLA420]

[Juicy J talking]
Mane check this shit out we was up in Chicago right
With my ***** big hamp the ***** pass me a blunt
Like smoke this shit ***** this some bin laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down south
What the fuck is bin laden weed its three different
Kinds of weed all grown together that shit some straight killer
Them Chicago *****z call it bin laden mane some straight fie

[chorus 4x's]
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby brown
Who got that laden weed

[DJ Paul]
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my hoe
Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round *****z I know
I sped it up on weed I slowed it down on snow
Cause I seen somany *****z fall off that blow
One day they got it all and aint got shit to show
So I came to my natures I had to cut that hoe
So know I'm feeling happy I'm on that binny bin laden
And *****z is acting like they don't know what the fuck just happened
My vision getting blurry I'm about to fall asleep
Or am I dying I need to eat cause this some poutin weed
My life start flashing like holograms like right in front
Of my own face I never felt this way on one blunt
I see my son gaining life and my dad losing his
And old girlfriends and *****z I shouldn't hung with
The picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve

[Chorus 4x's]

[Juicy J]
Well since I'm on bin laden let me tell you a story
Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn't do nothing for me
Gave a whole lot of cheese said I fucked him his shit
Smoked a whole lot of weed so he seem to forget
Who bought trunks and you cars gave you bitches and hoes
Who told you ass to take a bath when you thought you was raw
Mane I tell you he a killer when we talk on the phone
When you see him face to face he'll leave you alone
That's why I'm smoking on this fucking bin laden
All my *****z in the hood they got it
Take one little puff you a addict
Take a gun to the head means tragic
Boy I tell you like this we can smoke it anywhere
In front of police station with a six pack of beer
Seven a.m. in the morning just watching people stare
Let 'em point them damn fingers say they wild over there

[Chorus 4x's]

[Lord Infamous]
Ey ey its glowing like its indigo I smell it through the bag
I'm floating like a magic carpet straight from bagdad
From my brains from my blood from my lungs from the dutches
Cant just let this reefer just escape from my a conscious
Cause its the substance I'm loving I'm buzzing
Smoking like a narven huffing and puffing
Came from the Indonesia, Colombian or kaliman
Or its by the welfare straight from the taliban

[Crunchy black]
Do you remember me from smoking good weed
Break it down roll it up give it the indo need
Do you remember me from no sticks no seeds
Or you remember me from putting you on this laden weed
Get yo funds together and come go and see
I'm gone take you on the strip where bin laden be
This one blunt action you'll have to smoke and see
Have you choking, falling out with your family

[Tela]

yep, smoke two joints is definitely not a marley song.

[stoned_nate]

yea it is a marley song( sorry i dont know why this is bigger than everything else i must have hit the wrong buttoon)well bob marley did it way before sublime im not really sure about what that other guy said but it could be right cause i have no idea what he is talking about so i dont know or atleast that is what i have always been told or read, i could be wrong but im pretty sure that im right

[Hodder]

you all missed an old-school classic :

Hits From The Bong by Cypress Hill

Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong

Pick it
Pack it
Fire it up, come along
And take a hit from the bong
Put the blunt down
Just for a second
Don’t get me wrong
It’s not a new method
Inhale
Exhale
Just got an ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat cone
But my double-barrel bong
Is gettin’ me stoned
I’m skill it
There’s water inside don’t spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it
Goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky, phunky, smelly green shit
Sing my song
Puff all night long
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong y’all

Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high

Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high

Let’s smoke that bowl
Hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it
Unplug it
Don’t strain
I love you mary jane
She never complains
When I hit mary
With that flame
I light up the cherry
She’s so good to me
When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen
Don’t get me stirred up
The smoke, through the bubbling water
Is makin’ it pure so I got ta
Take my hit and hold it
Just like chong
I get the bowl and I reload it
Get my four-footer and bring it on
As I take hits from the bong

Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high

Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high

Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high

Hits from the bong
Straighten your dick out
Gonna get high

[Deadbeatnick]

"The Great Smoke Off" by Shel Silverstien

Now in the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael

Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake - you probably know her well
She was stoned 15 of her 18 years, and her story was widely told
that she could smoke them faster than anyone can roll
Well, her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat
where dwelt the Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
He's been rolling dope since time began, now he took a cultured toke
and said "Jim, I can roll them faster than any CHICK can smoke"
So a note gets sent to San Rafael for the championship of the world
the Kid demands a smoke-off; "Well bring him on!" says Pearl
"I'll grind his fingers off his hands! He'll roll until he drops!"
says Calistog, "I'll smoke that chick till she blows up and pops".
So they rent out Yankee Stadium, and the word is quickly spread
come one, come all, who walk or crawl, tickets just two lids a head
and from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed
the world's greatest dopers, with the world's greatest weed.
Hashishins from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
and the Shashniks from Bagun (who smoke the deadly Pu-ga-ru)
and those who call it "light of life"
and those that call it "boo".
See the dealers and their ladies, wearing turquoise lace and leather
See the narcos and the closet smokers, puffing all together
from the teenies who smoke legal, to the ones who've done some time
to the old man who smoked "reefer", back before it was a crime.
And the grand old House That Ruth Built is filled with the smokes and
cries
of fifty thousand screaming heads, all stoned out of their minds
and they play the national anthem, and the crowd lets out a roar
as the spotlight hits the Kid and Pearl, ready for their smoking war.
At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak
just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem branch or seed
I mean, Maui Wowie, Panama Red, Acapulco Gold
Kif from East Afghanistan, and that rare Alaska Cold
and there's sticks from Thailand, ganj from the island, and Bangkok's
blooming best
(and some of that wet imported s--- that capsized off Key West).
There's Oaxacan tops and Kenya bhang, and Riviera fleurs
and that rare Manhattan Silver, that grows down in the New York sewers.
And there's bubbling ice cold lemonade, and sweet grapes by the bunches
and there's Hershey bars and Oreos (in case anybody gets the munches)
And the Calistoga Kid he smiles, and Pearly she just grins :-)
and the drums roll low, and the crowd yells "GO GO GO!!"
and the world's first smoke-off begins.
Well, the Kid he flicks his fingers once, and ZAP that first joint's
rolled
Pearl takes one toke with her famous lungs, and WHOOSH that roach is cold
Then the Kid he rolls his super-bomb, that would paralyze a moose
and Pearl takes one mighty hit, and ...... that bomb's defused
and then he rolls three in just ten seconds, and she smokes them up in
nine
and everybody sits back and says "Hey.... this just might take some time"
See the blur of flying fingers, see the red coal burning bright
as the night turns into morning, and the morning fades to night
and the autumn turns to summer, and a whole damn YEAR is gone
and the two still sit, on that roach-filled stage, smoking, and rolling
With trembling hands he rolls his Js, with fingers blue and stiff
She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered
lips
And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold
the Kid, he gasps, "Damn it, bitch! There's nothing left to roll!"
"NOTHING LEFT TO ROLL!" screams Pearl. "IS THIS SOME TWISTED JOKE?"
"I DIDN'T COME HERE TO F--- AROUND, MAN, I COME HERE TO SMOKE!"
And she reaches 'cross the table and grabs his bony sleeves
and crumbles his body between her hands, like dry and brittle leaves
flicking out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds
Then she rolls him in a Zig-zag, and lights him like a roach
and the fastest man, with the fastest hands, goes up in a puff of smoke.

In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake - you probably know her well
She been stoned 21 of her 24 years, and her story is still widely told
how she still can smoke them faster than any dude can roll
While, off in New York City, on a street that has no name
there's the hands of the Calistoga Kid, in the Viper Hall of Fame
and underneath his fingers, there's a little golden scroll
that says
"Beware of being the roller
When there's nothing left to roll".

[nugrugger_09]

Well some say Willie got high on the Whitehouse roof,
And old Merle Haggard liked to smoke his hooch,
Yes there's a tale or two to tell on ol' Jerry Lee.
Well, my favorite country singer is Johnny Cash,
Well back in '68 he liked to smoke that hash.
If it's all right by you by God it's ok by me.

So let's all get stoned,
and listen to George Jones.
We'll get higher than a hippie on a helicopter ride.
So roll up some home grown,
and play a honky tonk song.
I said you sing the low point,
buddy I'll sing my high.

Yeah that old draft beer just makes me wanna cry,
and good hard liquor always makes me wanna fight,
and Jose Cuervo, you are no friend of mine.
I guess that I like the smell and I like the taste
of a big ol' fattie stuck right in my face.
So if you got, then smoke it , and pass it on down the line.

So let's all get stoned,
and listen to George Jones.
We'll get higher than a hippie on a helicopter ride.
So roll up some home grown,
and play a honky tonk song.
I said you sing the low point,
buddy I'll sing my high.

Well I said you sing the low point,
buddy I'll sing my high.

The Dope Smokin' Song - Jesse Dayton

[RuseOfMetacarpi]

The Mars Volta - "The Bible and The Breathalyzer"





"Among the tattered dwelling of the new found home, in the furthest cramped corner sat the shell of a goat head strangled in copper wire, scraped of it's insides, unwashed behind the ears, fueling the crooked names spoken by leeches.
To a thinning cowlick's fat his crippled limp, dragging along the hump of the floor. Sobbing from the smacking mouth of the demagogue wells, making wisecracks, spilling from the corners with their pink flinches, second glancing their every move.
It ate pickled nose cartilage that fell from the ceilings, a porkskin drizzle unnerving the humans, while it read aloud from it's favorite books, in glossylalia slang and hierospecks truths, following a slow and patient wait, a mocking their hair as it was glued to their upper lip combover.
Under the wall, the ships smeared by faithfully talking the magnum fanatics and their bottles of scalp soup. They cooked up a tardis smudge on their eyes, a lunar antidote that powdered underneath the oncoming pestilence of their idling fingers.
It wrote them a seance, penetrated their every dependant desire. It hacked off the central headpiece to the collective. It wrote them a message in the marrow of the knife, with the extension of Baphomet* transfusion.
Glued to the animals, perversions of their former selves, patiently biting their fingernails looking for a clue. As soon as it failed to appear, the faithful fell under the spell of public execution. It had been an eternity filled with useless ritual, and all for nothing, promising salvation, but only flags came swarming around for a better taste.
What was left were the scraps, dressed in animal skin, defiled servants holding their breath, fatherless culprits blaming their kin, waiting for an answer.
They thought a day would come, or a giraffe might choke in midair squeal, some sort of indication. Only it was the hands of the followers that had left their markings in neatly packed dunes filled with the decapitated remains, found sealed in sand. It only stained the conscious for a brief moment, then came disgust. Realizing there was nothing to it, people began collapsing in collective states of drought.
Palm-size vents heating in the chest, cluttering the graph, a bladder full of remains. Nothing became of them because nothing was the reason, an apathetic display dripping into vats of obesity. The feud had been sucking teeth for some time now, but the only baggage that paraded about was the curtain epidermis unfolded in an inebriated suit. The fit came suffocating, feathering the boa-constricted paleness, frostbitten, and shovel-faced.
It came before them in utter confidence, flares of pink owls in the nest of albino eyelids blinking out chemical obscurities to the blind.
It bloomed into a hemmorrhaged contraption that impopulated the disenchanted, one by one.
All the churches were converted into quarantine facilities, inside them grew bacterial stubble compacted by larvae, contracting and teething.
A newborn litter degradively sufficient, running from the horse collarbone, amongst the murmuring femurs wimpering in fractures.
"Are you the polaroid shot you thought you were?", it said with a coy smirk.
With the position now vacant, it waltzed right in and made itself at home.
Seduced by the empty nominations at the altar of broken ballot boxes, closer to that nothingness that everyone seemed to embrace. As it pissed all over them, the sigh of relief steamed off the soaking depressants, an impending sleep was on it's way."


definitely about weed.

[BabyToker]

One of my many favs... Legal Dub by sublime: "Legalize it, don't criticize it/ Legalize it, and I will advertise it."

[OVERGROWER]

kNOCK OFF RECORDS

ALL my *****s blow that green shit know what i mean pimp. I got sixteens that a make a *****s voice skip.. I keep it ducky cuz i holla at the hoes posted up in the cut my ***** rollin octimos.. You know i got the flow stay blowing on that dro *****s collecting the seed for the tree they bout to grow.
so if you got some more come holla at me though, I paint the picture but its sicker when i rap the flow coming from k-town where they been rolling up, cop another pound so we can start blowing that stuff..

Chorus- All my *****s in the hood smoke real trees sit back and chill, relax for real, its that bomb weed..x4


I play the game sick stay copen plenty hoes but on my block my *****s chop and snap they fingers yo, aint thinking bout them hoes really they holla at the kid Its knock off untill the day i D I E i do it for the streets drop hits like every week i do it exclusive cuz my ***** tre on the beats

Chorus- All my *****s in the hood smoke real trees sit back and chill, relax for real, its that bomb weed..x4

[scary visionary]

[quote=SpacemanSpliff]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

one of the most famous bill hicks rants.it was cool for manard to use it...you know they used be roomates?

[Fred Flinstoned]

"Budsmokers Only"

Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay

[Wish Bone]
Some *****s be passin' that weed on
To them thugsta *****s from Cleve-lawn
Gotta smoke 'til it's all gone
Now what a BONE cuz a ***** be creep on
Call all my thugstas, all them *****s drink
Call all my thugstas, all them *****s smoke weed

[Krayzie Bone]
Gotta get some hydro
Gotta toke like a loc with a little bit of smoke in my throat
Can't let a me high go
I'ma broke Mo Thug got the bud and it get up up on me...inhale
Just split up a blunt and me roll up a fat one, make it POD'ed
They lable me killa, drug dealer and burn up ***** crazy weed and...

[Layzie Bone]
Blaze up a blunt, gotta have that hydro
Need me a hit of the tweed, make me drop to my knees
And I gotta give love to the green leaves
Steadily spendin' that cheese, feelin' at ease
Thuggin' on off in the cut now, when I'm checkin' on how this shit sound
In the Range smoked out with my ***** Tay
Smokin' that tweed 'til we fall in the grave

[Bizzy Bone]
Make up the dummy to make up me money, weed run me
And headed for broke, smokin' the bong
Hit that bong wrong, make a me cough and choke
To the real OT's loc strong BONE
I gotta C note to toke on, so choke on
And holdin' the smoke 'til it's gone, real long and stay blown

[Krayzie (overlapping)]
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Haaay nooow)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Pass me some reefer)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Haaay nooow)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Pass me some reefer)

[Wish Bone]
It's the inventor of the green leaves, gotta get p's
Cuz I love this type shit, and it's never gonna quit
Doctor told me better stop but man fuck that bitch
Me never gone stop me smoke
Try to tell me, K to your throat
Gosta run me on, fucking with BONE
Loving this weed smoke

[Krayzie Bone]
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews
Steadily losing me balance
Take a puff to the dome, trippin' on FLESH BONE
Showin' off me tail and
Smokin' 'til a me die, ***** gotta get high if he wanna come ride
Come with me smoke on a blunt and get nice
***** tellin' weed fiends it's fiiiyiiiire

[Layzie Bone]
Feelin' on tilt man, quarter o to the brain
Smokin' like blunt after blunt my *****s insane
Other *****s can't hang, it's a BONE thing
How a ***** like me smoke and maintain and remain
Number one here I come with the tweed in my chest
***** got his weed to the curb, split up and serve
But fuck it gotta have them green herbs

[Bizzy Bone]
You got a bag of tweed well blaze it with me fool
And don't be stingy and please no pinners make it swollen
Cuz if I had me some weed you know I'd smoke it with you
Come come get with a me, me and my *****s blunts be rollin'

Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaay [X6]

Take a hit of the reefer keep smokin'

You listen to this shit high u will love bone thugs 4 ever. hahaha

[Taxgirl42O]

All the Kottonmouth Kings songs, Cause almost all of them inculde pot ....