Your Favorite Pot Lyrics

[slyhigh]

You are my sun-shine,
my only sun-shine,
you make me hap-py,
when skies are gray,

You'll never know dear,
how much I love you,
please don't take my sun-shine,
my only sun-shine,
please don't take,
my sun-shine a-way.

[Evilpig]

^ LMFAO!!! I fell of my chair readin that.

[Marie-jane]

Tom Petty - Last dance with Mary-Jane

She grew up in an indiana town
Had a good lookin momma who never was around
But she grew up tall and she grew up right
With them indiana boys on an indiana night

Well she moved down here at the age of 18
She blew the boys away, it was more than theyd se en
I was introduced and we both started groovin
She said, I dig you baby but I got to keep movin
...on, keep movin on

Last dance with mary jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin in and im
Tired of this town again

Well I dont know what Ive been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
Im tired of screwing up, Im tired of goin down
Im tire of myself, Im tired of this town
Oh my my, oh hell yes
Honey put on that party dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song,
Take me as I come cause I cant stay long

Last dance with mary jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin in and im
Tired of this town again

T heres pidgeons down in market square
Shes standin in her underwear
Lookin down from a hotel room
Nightfall will be comin soon
Oh my my, oh hell yes
Youve got to put on that party dress
It was too cold to cry when I woke up al one
I hit the last number, I walked to the road

Last dance with mary jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin in and im
Tired of this town again

M-J

[PitThugZ]

Positive vibes by the KMK

just a quick section-

Everyday’s a new adventure You got to keep what you got

Livin’ life in a studio bustin’ rhymes in my socks

I got to keep my head up and always do what I feel

Avoidin all the evil and just keeping it real

(I need some positive vibes)

All these situations I keep hearin’ about

People dyin’ in planes and buildings crumbling down

This world goes round for no apparent reason

People robbin and theavin’ just to feel good for the evening

(I need some positive vibes)

What happen' to everybody’s peace and love

Throw your drinks in the sky, raise your hands up above

Get yo head out of the gutter and be respectful

We need some positive vibes for these rainy days so let it go

Don’t never get it twisted when I’m on this track

D-Loc the kind kid that be kickin’ it in the back

Of the class everyday I was high

Goin to school in 95 easy that how we ride

[meatwad420]

Not my favorite but its still good

Up In Smoke- Cheech And Chong

[Chong]
Up in smoke
Thats where my money goes
In my lungs
and sometimes up my nose
When troubled times
Begin to bother me
I take a toke
and all my cares
Go up in smoke

[Cheech]
Up in smoke
Donde todos es mi rey
There are no signs
Que dice no fumer
So I roll un "bomber"
Y me doy, un buen toke-ay
Y despues I choke
Y todos mis cares
Go up in smoke
Come on let's go get high

[Cast]
Up in smoke
That's where I wanna be
'Cause when I'm high
The world below
Don't bother me
When life begins
To be one long
and dangerous road
I take a toke
and all my cares
Go up in smoke

[Strang3]

bagz by twiztid

If it ain't green it ain't us
Your parents hate us because we smell like canibus
And remind them of the incubus
Another freak of the night
With excessable roachclips, bongs and weed pipe
We comin' with the straight 28
A full o.z, only fuckin' with the weed
You can keep the nosebleed
Bash on you haters actin' like you know me
Twiztid muthafucka what you got on my tree?
I smoke it down to the ash
Burning lips and finger tips
On for helly shit and take no bullet and I'm passin' it
Right into the ashtray where it belongs
From the bag to the j to the vape to the bong

Smoke alotta weed, cloud nine
Space flying
People try to front like I don't
But I can see it inside them
Put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session
And I'mma smoke it all up quick without question

I hope you brought the papers
You know I brought the trees
So roll another joint
And hand that bitch to me
We do this everyday
So come get high with me
No matter what they tell us this is reality

Eyes blew out red I'm lookin' faded
Clothes stank like bud
And my finger tips is always resonated
We burnin' ganja with the windows up
I got a q.p of good green rub ready to puff

We smoke entirely too much trees for average folks
But I never said that I was average
I like to smoke mad bags of weed
No stems, no seeds
All I really want and all I really need

I gotta tell you bitches
It ain't no smokin' for free
If you ain't fuckin' with me
Don't put your lips up on my muthafuckin' tree
Wreck us around us, like a zig zag
Light your whole block with a flame and take a big drag

We blaze trees on the highways in the driveways
In a casket I keep an axe and a fat sack with the zig zags
With a 2 blunt trademark trees every studio session we gettin' sparked

I hope you brought the papers
You know I brought the trees
So roll another joint
And hand that bitch to me
We do this everyday
So come get high with me
No matter what they tell us this is reality

We smoke weed everyday
Regardless what you say
And every single night with the get right
You need to get up and shut up with all that pride
And all you non smokin' *****s get the fuck outside

Only weed smokers up in this bitch tonight
Thick clouds of weed smoke green like kryptonite
I don't drink, shoot up or take x
Only three loves in life is bud death and sex

Gimme gimme green leafs laced up with hashish
When your ridin' dirty, watch for police
Listen and learn cuz I would never steer you wrong
Knowledge is accumulated like resons in bongs

I hope you brought the papers
You know I brought the trees
So roll another joint
And hand that bitch to me
We do this everyday
So come get high with me
No matter what they tell us this is reality

I hope you brought the papers
You know I brought the trees
So roll another joint
And hand that bitch to me
We do this everyday
So come get high with me
No matter what they tell us this is reality

[Still Smokin]

Cypress Hill - Hits From The Bong !!!! ...this is my theme song whenever i hit the bong.


Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong

Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong
and take hits from the boooong
Put the blunt down just for a second
Don't get me wrong it's not a new method
Inhale, Exhale - just got a ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat cone
But my double barrel bong is gettin me stoned
Home skillet, 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 funky smelly green shit
Sing my song, puff all night long
As I take Hits from the bong...

Hits From The Bong y'all
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong

Let's smoke that bowl, hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it, unplug it, don't straaaain
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 bub-bling water
Is Makin' it pure so I got ta', take my hit and hold it
Just like Chong, I hit 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
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?

Straighten your dick out...
Can I get a hit? ...

[EEK]

MADVILLAIN AMERICA'S MOST BLUNTED LYRICS
[Intro]
Come out to show them...
Like open the brews up, and let some of the blues blood come out to show them
Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them {*storm howls*}
come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them... {*echoes*}
{*guitar sound, coughing fit*} Music (bad weed)
Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world (to' up man)
Most cannabis consumers report it second only to snakes
And grass will change your musical habits, for the better

{*scratched: "America's most blunted!"*}
{"Soon as he start sleepin, catchin you off guard"}
{"If you'll all gather closer at the phonograph"}
Where Quas at? {"Yo!"} Doom, you got the trees?
{"America's most blunted!"}

[MF Doom]
Quas, when he really hit scar mode
Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode
Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip
Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip
Some rather baggies others like they cracks and browns
Catch a tag, roll a bag of swag in a Black'n'Mild
See twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part
The list top gold, bust before beef start
At the Stop'n'Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it
{"America's most blunted!"} Yeah, yo
Doom nominated for the best rolled L's
And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well
Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated
Some say buddha'd, some say faded
Someday pray that he will grow a foreign barn full
Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (true)
Sometimes you might need to detox
It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox
Off spite to your surprise
Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes
Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it
{"America's most blunted!"}

[Chorus]
{"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"}
{"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"}
{*"The-th-the-best, the-th-best, the-the-the, the best in your perimeter"*}
Yo I can't find that ***** Metal Face nowhere (oh alright)
{"America's most blunted!"}

[Lord Quas]
Doom! The Madvillain killin mad boom
Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room
The beat conductor smoke twenty-four/seven
Shady.. you can even ask my reverand
Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though
I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold
I spark the lah, but don't {fuck} with speed or trees with seeds
Quasimoto crew, we get keyed
The most blunted on the map
The one astro black, in the alley, with a hoodrat
Hoodrat.. when you try to react
{*belch*} Even your pops got smacked
Even your moms got cracked
Meanwhile!! While my bowl got packed
Drop X so you can have good sex (what, no)
I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank
I got the fat sack {shh} all day I'm on it
Who are we? {"America's most blunted!"}

[Outro]
{"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"}
{"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"}
{"America's most blunted!"}
Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity
from eight, to eleven times. In fact, everyone finds that they're
more creative stoned, than straight. So remember!
M-A-R-I-J-U... {*xylophone*} ... A-J-U-A-N-A {*xylophone*}
Mari-ah.. {*xylo*} ..juana {*xylo*} Mari-whana {*xylo*}
{*laughter*}

[Tokeyblunts]

Originally Posted by demon666

What is your favorite pot lyric?...mine is....

Now here's a Zig-Zag Story while Im rightin this song
Sit back,relax, Im igniting this bong
Picture this:Sandy beaches, dimes wearing thongs
Servin mixed drinks to me all night long
With my feedback, puffin on my weedsack
Shit you cant believe that
People ask me,"where you buy your trees at?"
Got the bombay, Ganjay Limegreen
The sticky icky Ganja got me needin Visine
Like a magic carpet ride, Come fly wit me
And this for my homies that get high wit me
Just crack the Phillie open, Cause we keep on smokin
Dime rubbin on lotion, feet saokin in tha ocean
On a tropical island stayin sunny
We outta Phillies, Take these skins, somebody roll a mummy
Now poeple say that money makes the world go round
So come escape wiht me
And lets puff on a pound
---V-Ice(Vanilla Ice)

im sorry it was so long...just love that song!!!!( ha...that rhymed...lol)

What song is that?

[igotammo]

incubus-smokin the herb again..if no one already said it I only read the first 2 pages i think

[igotammo]

incubus-smokin the herb again..if no one already said it I only read the first 2 pages i think http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm...ndID=115944741

link to the song

[tyNasty420]

if im not there to blaze a blunt ***** plzz think of me

bone thugz n harmoney weed song

[windowPanes]

smoke two joints (alternate version unreleased) - Sublime

i smoke two joints in the mornin
but i can never get it right
if i cant find the bong
i look where i hit it last night

if i hit it pon my posse his name was jim
he is this hippie from san fransico
and everywhere he go yes he bring me doses
and if you wanna party then it go like this

i gottta get some mushrooms then ill be back
and if i wanna smoke it it will make you feel it alright
you getta puff you know
you smoke that shit
you dont rhyme
on time

you dont line up, or wait for shit
all you do is get sick of it
i get back down i wanna whats up
jimmy why you gotta do that shit so much

i gets blood in my eyes, stickin to my brain
lotta things lot like its not the same
if i feel good got my eyes to size
and i smoke bud it make me feel alright
i got the green herbs
kickin by my bed
and in the mornin theyre gonna go to my head

and if i start to feel like im bent
ya know what, i feel like i got my head to the curb
unless i got a little bitty bag of herb
and if i got the green gonna make a scene
gonna smoke it all over and make me feel clean

cause jimmy he once told me
gotta be a hard smokin man
jimmy he once told me
smoke as much green bud as you can
but then one day i met a man
who came to me and said
hard work hard work fine
but never trust a deadhead

mama once told me
be hard workin man
daddy he once told me
gotta do the best you can

then one day i met a man
he came to me and said
hard work good
hard work fine
but first take care of head

[William-Bacon]

With my weed, I smoke every day
If I'm not high, the hate will escape
Smoke and Smoke
Stoned as fuck
Weed is my life, Weed is my love.
So pass the bong, pack up the bowl
A blunt to hit, a fat joint to roooooollllll.

Oh no I just ran out.

Skullfucked - Dying Fetus

[Young Dro]

Hey, I got this Blues train runnin' all through to my veins
Slave ships, Middle Passage, crack cocaine
Ten slap in the 'Lac, corner boys ground packs
In the belly of the beast where the life go flat
But the music is the remedy, inhale my rhythm steadily
Perched on the curb, watch church converge
It's the meeting of the minds, at time, light occurs
How we cultivated words like they sacred herbs
Put it in your pipe and puff it, squares can't touch it

-Zion from Zion I/The Grouch's "Hit Em"

Beautiful delivery. Get the song now if you dont have it.