Your Favorite Pot Lyrics

[Weed_Beer_Metal]

This is part of Mule by Gov't Mule.

I say trust me
But you say it’s too much bother
Yeah, the way the man try to beat you down
Make you wanna kill your brother
So go on and bust me
For what’s in my mason jar
Yeah, I owes my soul
To the company store
How I’m doing so far

Where’s my mule
Where’s my forty acres
Where’s my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where’s my mule
Where’s my mule

[Invictis]

I'ma huff and I'm gon puff, cause I done made it a habit
From point A to point B and even to point C, I'm searching for some cabbage
Hold up look up in the sky, is it a bird is it a plane
Naw it's slim and brown, and smelling so lovely it's Mary Jane
I'll admit it I'ma fiend, for nothing but coedine and killer green
With a 24 hour lean, I'm always smoking on the scene
Everybody wanna put me to the test, I'm just trying to ease the tension and stress
Inhale but I gotta let it go, congested in my chest
In an attempt to bust a lung, hydro ponics got me sprung
Going broke behind this woman, and willing to spend all my funds
I gotta get a fat sack for one double O, but lifted that's fa sho though

Z-Ro - Smoker's Anthem

[ganJaXTokEr]

Well it’s a plant , but it can’t grow freely
At least not in this space and time
Where can we begin, shouldn’t it be a sin
Fighting against the soldiers of sense
That brings the peace to my mind

The peace to my mind
Oh why is it a crime?

It’s against the law
Well I hope this freeze will thaw
Before I die, from this space and time

And the politics, the folks that the nation picks
Are they high, or afraid to try

They’re afraid to try
Oh why is it a crime?

But whatever you do, you make sure it’s the right thing for you
But if you pass, at least allow us to roll around in the grass
Because it’s time it’s 420, 24/7...365

Well that nation’s debt
Kind of makes the man upset
But we know and they know
The answer is in this space and time
Create work, just plow the fucking dirt
Medicine clothes, and the paper make my head feel so fine

My head feels so fine
Oh why is it a crime?

But whatever you do, you make sure it’s the right thing for you
But if you pass, at least allow us to roll around in the grass
Because it’s time it’s 420, 24/7...365

Well is it meant to be
Is it that far away from reality
Open up the worlds mind
And free the kind

It could lube the cars, mellow out the bars
Make room in jail for the killers in this time

Because it’s just a plant
But it can’t grow freely

Keller Williams, It's A Plant

[sky dog]

Starin' at the boob tube, turnin' on the big knob
Tryin' to find some life in the waste land
Finally found a program, gonna deal with Mary Jane
Ready for a trip into hate land

Obnoxious Joe comes on the screen
Along with his guest self-righteous Sam
And one more guy who doesn't count
His hair and clothes are too far out

While pushin' back his glasses Sam is sayin' casually
"I was elected by the masses"
And with that in mind he starts to unwind
A vicious attack on the finest of grasses

Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you already lost the fight, alright)

Misinformation Sam and Joe
Are feeding to the nation
But the one who didn't count counted them out
By exposing all their false quotations
Faced by a very awkward situation
This is all he'd say to save the day

Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you already lost the fight alright)

You waste my coin Sam, all you can
To jail my fellow man
For smoking all the noble weed
You need much more than him
You've been telling lies so long
Some believe they're true
So they close their eyes to things
You have no right to do
Just as soon as you are gone
Hope will start to climb
Please don't stay around too long
You're wasting precious time

[ApneaBySunshine]

Ayo my schedule goes a lil' somethin like this:
wake up, break up nugs and roll them fuckin' Bs thick.
Toss em on a table to let them shits dry
grab a quick bite, take a shower, wipe the sleep out my eye.

And it's just around 2:00 that I bounce
call up nick, says "kid I just go a half an ounce"
Pretty fuckin' clear where this night is headin':
smoke filled rides and lots of shit you be forgettin'

Just 10 minutes in and I'm startin to realize
this ain't yo average shit, from the blackness of my eyes
I'm on a trip and I don't wanna come down
So I hit the bottle, til the room spins around

No idea what llies ahead, rest my dome on his bed
feelin' like I popped 12 sudafed
Stand up cuz I don't want my mind to blow
drownin' in ya puke? What a way to go.

[rumandromanism]

Shel Silverstein - The Great Smoke-Off

Now in the laid back California,
town of sunny San Rafael.
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake,
you probably knew her well.
She was stoned fifteen,
of her eighteen years.
And her story was widely told,
That she could smoke em faster,
than anyone could 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'd been rolling dope since time began,
Now took a cultured poke ,
and said Jim I can roll em 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 of his hands,
He'll roll until he drops.
Says Calistoga I'll smoke that chick,
till 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 worlds greatest dopers,
with the worlds greatest weed.

Hasishes from Marocco, hemp smokers from Peru,
And the Schasnicks from Bagon,
Who smoke the deadly pugaru.
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,
puffin 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 Ruff built,
is filled with the smokes and cries,
of fifty 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 high with grass,
as high as a mountain peak.
just top and buds of the rarest flowers,
not one stem branch or seed.
I mean a mowie a wowie a Panama red,
Acapulco gold, keef from east Afghanistan,
and that rare Alaska cold.
and there's sticks from Thiland,games from the island.
and Bangkok's blooming best and some of that wet imported shit
that capsized of Key west.
There's wahokin pops and Kenya burn, and Reverie flors
and that rare Manhattan silver ,
that grows down the New York sewers.

And there's bubbling ice cold lemonade,
and sweet grapes by the bunches.
and there's Hershey bars and Orios,
in case anybody gets the munches.
And the calastoga kid he smiles,
and Pearly she just grins.
And the drums roll low ,and the
crowd yells go go go
and the worlds first smoke off begins.

Well the kid he flicks his fingers once,
sot that first joint's rolled.
Pearl takes one poke 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 hip, that bombs 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 fling 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 Rollin.
with trembling hands he rolls his jays,
with fingers blue and stiff.
she coughs, and stares with blood shot gaze
and puffs through blistered lips.

And as she reaches out her hand
for another stick of gold
The Kid he gasps, "Goddamn it, bitch,
there's nothing' left to roll"
"Nothin' left to roll?" screams Pearl,
"Is this some twisted joke?"
"I didn't come here to fuck around, man,
"I come here to SMOKE!"
And she reaches 'cross the table
and she grabs his bony sleeves
And she crumbles his body between her hands
like dried 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 Pearley Sweetcake,
you probably know her well
She's been stoned twenty-one
of her twenty-four years,
and the story's widely told
How she still can smoke them faster
than anyone 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 Bein' the Roller
When There's Nothin' Left to Roll."

[johnnyBuz]

Originally Posted by 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

this is probably one of the best and most emotional versions of smoke two joints i have ever heard . . i've been listening to all the rarities and remixes for the past few hours . . amaazing stuff

RIP Bradley

[indica_x]

chill ass song

Mystic Roots- Sweet sensemillia

Sweet sensemilla burning in the night
Sweet sensemilla Yeah Gonna make you feel right
Verse 1
I remember the day when
Jah Jah showed me the way
Irie meditation
It is the only way
So don’t you abuse it Yeah
Its resource is a must
So build a splif
And pass it to us
Bridge 1
As I sit here, I look strait up
And stay in Jah light
(Chorus)
Verse 2
I just woke up
I’ve got fourteen hours to go
Lord knows I won’t waste my day on heroin or blow
Cali Herb Cali Herb
Can you feel its effect
Give thanks and praise for
Jah most majestic gift
Bridge 2/Dancehall
I sit up on top a my Mystic sound and I burn a mi ganja pipe
Chico cops come and tell me that’s not right
I just burn it and pass it ‘pon de right
And then dem commin’ and dem look pon Natty Dread and them say
“Hey, Natty Dreadlocks, where you come from?
You must have 2 stick a sensi under your tam.”
No, Officer, Lord, you must be mad
He only smokes cigarettes, strictly shwag
But I man cootdog smoke the good sensi
I sit up on top a my Mystic sound with my Mystic posse
And then me light it in a bong, smoke upon the chron
Fill it in my lungs, my mind and body strong…
Rap
I’m freakin’, I’m funkin’, I’m ill-smokin’ skunk
And I smoke hella grass and I smash like the pumpkins
I feel uplifted, gifted they say, because I stay
Blunted all li-di-di-da-di-day
My rap gets shorter, in the court there’s no order
When I reach in my pocket for a 1 and a quarter
Zig-zag, big bag a buddha that be stinky like yo’ beaver
Cause I just smoke cannibus-sativa
I leave a roach in your ash tray, blast way
Up in a cloud a smoke while I freak nasty
Ladies love a man because he’s fly
But I ain’t lovin’ nothin’ but my high
Lay low, stay low, I’ll stay straight to the point
Stay strapped with a bong; in the clip: it’s the joint
Keep two in my pocket cause I always love to rock it
I like to smoke a joint with my lady before I knock it
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Pack another bowl with the sticky green stuff
So ruff, so tuff, I’m straight buddha-blessin’
But on the realla, the Mystic Roots got a question:
Who freaks the funk? The Ill funk-freaka
Smokin’ straight: Sweet sensimillia

[smokeybubble360]

"Four twenty four twenty four twenty long years. I've smoked lots of dope and drank lots of beers. Four twenty four twenty four twenty more years I will smoke more dop and drink more beers." Cornmeal

[Salvial]

Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been outta your head
Eye hole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead
Rob the grave to snow the cradle
Then burn the evidence down
Soapbox house of cards and glass so
Don't go tossin' your stones around
You must have been high
Foot in mouth and head up ass
So whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out. boy,
You must have been so high
Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference
Kangaroo done hung the jury with the innocent
Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
(Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye
When you pissed all over my black kettle.

You must have been high!

Who are you to wave your finger?
So full of it
Eye balls deep in muddy waters
Fuckin' hypocrite
Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me. What's the difference?
Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent.
Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
(Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye
When you pissed all over my black kettle.

You must've been...
So who are you to wave your finger?
Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me?
You must have been out your mind
Weepin' shades of indigo
Shed without a reason *
Weepin' shades of indigo
Liar, lawyer - mirror, for you what's the difference?
Kangaroo be stoned. He's guilty as the government.
Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
(Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye
Now when you pissed all over my black kettle.

You must've been high!
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Ganja? P-lease!
You must have been out your mind

[Blutteufel]

I play Vice City a lot, and it seems every time I turn the radio station to VRock, that "Turn Up the Radio" song was playing. So, when I was really fried, I converted the whole thing into a stoner song called "Light Up the Water Bong." I have the lyrics written down here somewhere, and the second I find them I'm posting them.

[Andrew.]

I was out last night and my friend had a song on that I really liked, but she didn't know who it was or what it was called. The chorus was like this, give or take a few words :

I'm so blowed
I'm so blowed
Got a sack of green and I just done smoked
Damn it I'm high

or some shit like that. Anyone know that song? I live in Florida and I don't think it's a real famous song and there are a lot of songs that are just known in like Florida and Georgia, if that narrows it down any.

[carijuana]

blaze all day
everyday
each way
the right way
my way
green hay
we highh
been there
done that
big blunts
fat sacks
hit it fast
make it last
first class we blaze.


=]

[wattaworld]

"Willie Pass The Weed" By David Ray Reed
They say he came out of luckenbach... That was just a song Chips Morman wrote..

Willie doesn't live here in luckenbach, cause the Mayer and Judge won't let him smoke...

He likes to hang at poodies hilltop, Hittin' a bong and doin' a toke..
He hangs out back with the young folk, Gettin' high and tellin' jokes

Willlie Pass the weed...

He's paid his dues for a longtime, gettin' harrased 'till the taxes were paid...

He has hope for bio diesel, it's natural fuel under grow lights haze..

He likes to hang at poodies hilltop, Hittin' a bong and doin' a toke..
He hangs out back with the young folk, Gettin' high and tellin' jokes

Willlie Pass the weed...

Willlie Pass the weed... Don't Bogart That Thing.
Willlie Pass the weed...

http://www.myspace.com/davidrayreed

[beebs111]

Originally Posted by D9_THC

I smoke two joints in the mornin'
I smoke two joints at night
I smoke two joints in the afternoon
It makes me feel alright
I smoke two joints in time of peace
And two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints
And then I smoke two more

-Bob Marley

speaks for itself really doesn't it?

i'm pretty sure that song is by sublime. correct me if im wrong.