Best Stoner Tune Lyrics!

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  1. Artist:\t Three 6 Mafia
    Album:\t Choices 2: The Setup
    Title:\t Pass Dat Shit

    feat. Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte
    (Cruncy Blac, repeat through whole song)
    Puff puff, pass

    (Guy smoking, talking)
    Man, last night man
    I was kickin' wit' this bitch last night man
    The bitch was so fuckin' fine man

    (Frayser Boy, talking)
    Man, I don't even wanna hear this bullshit
    Man, you needa pass that motherfuckin' blunt
    You holdin' it all
    You been holdin' on to this motherfucka
    for damn near twenty minutes

    (Guy)
    But man, but man thats just what I'm talkin' bout man
    The bitch was just fine as hell
    She did me in, man

    (Frasyer Boy)
    Man fuck that, a playa don't wanna hear this shit
    Bout you or the bitch
    Man, another thang dogg
    You originator for these ho's
    Keep it my nig, ya know I'm sayin'?
    You needa cut this shit short
    You know I'm sayin'?
    Pass that motherucka

    (Hook, Crunchy Blac)
    Why you sittin' there babysittin'
    Conversatin' with the weed?

    (DJ Paul)
    Pass that shit!
    *****, pass that shit!

    (Crunchy Blac)
    Man, you fuckin' the rotation up
    Just pass the shit to me

    (DJ Paul)
    Pass that shit!
    *****, pass that shit!

    (Verse 1, Frayser Boy)
    It's puff puff, pass
    The rules, they still the same
    You need to pass the weed dogg
    You holdin' up the train
    Done held the blunt so long
    It's gettin' kinda small
    The next blunt that gets rolled
    Bruh, you won't hit it at all
    Ain't put a dime on shit
    Nothin' but lips and finger-tips
    Dogg, contribute to the session mang
    Or you gon' have to dip
    And go get in ya whip
    And lead y'all somewhere else
    Shoulda smashed behind yo partner, bruh
    He already left

    (Verse 2, Crunchy Blac)
    Yeah, I smoke weed
    That good-good dope
    But I hate when *****s be
    Babysittin' that dope
    Yeah, I drink yo purple
    And rolled up Sweets
    Take me two puffs
    Then I pass that weed
    But remember we on purple
    So we fall to fuckin' sleep
    So I yelled at my *****
    "Pass me that green"
    Don't make me put my foot in yo
    Ass knee-deep
    Just do what the song say, *****
    Pass that weed

    (Hook, Crunchy Blac)
    Why you sittin' there babysittin'
    Conversatin' with the weed?

    (DJ Paul)
    Pass that shit!
    *****, pass that shit!

    (Crunchy Blac)
    Man, you fuckin' the rotation up
    Just pass the shit to me

    (DJ Paul)
    Pass that shit!
    *****, pass that shit!

    (Crunchy Blac)
    Why you rest havin' the blunt
    When I put half up on them trees?

    (DJ Paul)
    Pass that shit!
    *****, pass that shit!

    (Crunchy Blac)
    I see you one of them *****s
    That be tryina smoke for free

    (DJ Paul)
    Pass that shit!
    *****, pass that shit!

    (Verse 3, Lord Infamous)
    I can smell it in the air
    But where the hell's it comin' from?
    Need it badly, can I hit your blunt?
    Or simply take a 'gun?
    Simply buy's me up the hash
    And crumble purple-kushy, yum
    Bubble-gum, or honey, yum
    Fuck all that man, I want me some
    Put the torchy on the dope
    Just let me sit and have a smoke
    Auto-matic gat, I grab it
    Just might have it
    It's the choke
    Know that you don't know me
    Or don't owe me, don't be mean to me
    Let a brotha come on over
    And hit some of yo greenery

    (Verse 4, Lil Wyte)
    I'm gettin' tired of smokin' out
    Wit' traitors, non-chiefers and conversators
    Constantly holdin' on to the weed
    While I'm tryina get my vapors
    Fuck some papers!
    Cigarillos what I like to roll and choke
    Babysittin' motherfucka, keep on tokin'
    And get yo fingers broke
    Pass that shit, I know it's the last hit
    Lil Wyte gon' be blasted
    Til' I'm hittin' my casket
    You a grown man, wrong thang
    Tryina hog the dope mang?
    You wanna fuck wit' me without passin'?
    Just stick to cocaine, bitch!

    (Hook, Crunchy Blac)
    Why you sittin' there babysittin'
    Conversatin' with the weed?

    (DJ Paul)
    Pass that shit!
    *****, pass that shit!

    (Crunchy Blac)
    Man, you fuckin' the rotation up
    Just pass the shit to me

    (DJ Paul)
    Pass that shit!
    *****, pass that shit!

    (Crunchy Blac)
    Why you rest havin' the blunt
    When I put half up on them trees?

    (DJ Paul)
    Pass that shit!
    *****, pass that shit!

    (Crunchy Blac)
    I see you one of them *****s
    That be tryina smoke for free

    (DJ Paul)
    Pass that shit!
    *****, pass that shit!

    (Verse 5, DJ Paul)
    I'm chillin' wit' my ***** "Get High"
    C-H-R-I, S, cause he always keep the best
    And we in the woods
    And we wish a motherfucka would
    Come through, fuckin' off
    Cause we on that good
    Up all night, this cain's up off Louisiana
    Wit' them guns beside us
    We starin' at them cameras
    Steady smokin', watchin' porn on the flat-screen
    With some bunnys from the platinum
    In my main ching

    (Verse 6, Juicy J)
    I'm on that weed
    And that Red-Bull and alcohol
    That get'chu hype (Or slow you doooowwwwnn)
    It's like a speed-ball
    But I can't stand when a ***** wanna roll it
    Then, (Two times,(Coughing), and hold it
    Hurry up and pass it
    Before you get your ass kicked
    I got a ounce of weed
    But'chu ain't reachin' in my plastic
    It's sticky more than Taffy
    It's finer than miss Halley, Berry
    Call it blue-berry
    I need some commisaries

    (Hook, Crunchy Blac)
    Why you sittin' there babysittin'
    Conversatin' with the weed?

    (DJ Paul)
    Pass that shit!
    *****, pass that shit!

    (Crunchy Blac)
    Man, you fuckin' the rotation up
    Just pass the shit to me

    (DJ Paul)
    Pass that shit!
    *****, pass that shit!

    (Crunchy Blac)
    Why you rest havin' the blunt
    When I put half up on them trees?

    (DJ Paul)
    Pass that shit!
    *****, pass that shit!

    (Crunchy Blac)
    I see you one of them *****s
    That be tryina smoke for free

    (DJ Paul)
    Pass that shit!
    *****, pass that shit!

    (To fade)
    Puff, puff, pass
    Puff, puff, pass
    Puff, puff, pass
    Puff, puff, pass
    Puff-puff, puff, pass
    Puff-puff, puff, pass
    Puff-puff, puff, pass
    Puff-puff, puff, pass
    Puff, puff, pass
    Puff, puff, pass
    Puff, puff, pass
    Puff, puff, pass
    Puff-puff, puff, pass
    Puff-puff, puff, pass
    Puff-puff, puff, pass
    Puff-puff, puff, pass

    Album: Choices


    [Chours 2x]
    Pass me da mutha-fuckin' blunt mane
    Hurry up or else somebody's gonna get sprayed
    Caugh and choke on the weed is just what I do
    Caugh and choke on the weed is just what I do

    [Crunchy Black]
    Smoke dis, smoke dat, smoke weed, smoke crack
    Everybody gettin' high, high off they fuckin' sac
    Everybody know me, know me by Black
    Black be smokin' weed mane, smokin' weed by da stack
    Got dis, got dat, got swishers, got blacks
    Got dat smoked out no doubt, bumpin' on the fuckin' track
    Gonna get high mane, roll to get high mane
    Smoke till I die mane, ain't no fuckin' thang
    I'ma smoke till I die, I'ma break down that swisher
    I'ma fill it up wit weed, I'ma blow it like a mista
    Ain't no smokin' wit me mane, ain't no smokin' wit me mista
    When you leave here dawg, you gone leave here in blistas'
    You gone have to pull ya pistols because ya high and ya smooth
    And ya think we mix our weed with some god damn eww (hey!)
    You must be tootin', tootin' on that fruit in ya cell (man!)
    ***** the only thang I mix my weed with is god damn cell

    [Chours 2x]

    [Crunchy Black]
    Here's a round a two a, what ya wanna do a?
    Smoke that fuckin' weed, smoke some fuckin' budda
    You might as well gone head suit up, What ya waana do a?
    Break that fuckin' weed down, Put that fuckin' toot up
    You knew a, I was comin' threw dis bitch
    I been smoked out and loced out all day lil' bitch
    I don't play lil' bitch, I get paied lil' bitch
    Smoke weed and get high everyday lil' bitch, and don't play

    [La Chat]
    Was up *****? Pass dat dope, gone get your smoke, I'm gone hit it
    Get fucked up, we full a dat pure, I got my pure to go wit it
    La Chat be gone up off dat dojer, great for bendin' my knees
    I be so blink dat I can't think, mane I'm so full of dat weed
    Wanna blow a gun? Hell naw, but you know I get smoked
    mane fuck my nose, it is my lungs I'm tryin' to inhale when I smoke
    I get a blunt, and then I dip it in dat (?) and I'm gone
    I'm so fucked up, which way is which, don't know how da fuck I got home

    [Chours 2x]

    [Repeat threw chours]
    Dat shit's some fire, dat shit's some fire
     
  2. Under the Bridge- Red hot chili peppers

    Sometimes I feel
    Like I don't have a partner
    Sometimes I feel
    Like my only friend
    Is the city I live in
    The city of Angels
    Lonely as I am
    Together we cry

    I drive on her streets
    'Cause she's my companion
    I walk through her hills
    'Cause she knows who I am
    She sees my good deeds and
    She kisses me windy and
    I never worry
    Now that is a lie

    I don't ever wanna feel
    Like I did that day
    Take me to the place I love
    Take me all the way
    I don't ever want to feel
    Like I did that day
    Take me to the place I love
    Take me all that way (yeah yeah yeah)

    It's hard to believe
    That there's nobody out there
    It's hard to believe
    That I'm all alone
    At least I have her love
    The city she loves me
    Lonely as I am
    Together we cry

    I don't ever wanna feel
    Like I did that day
    Take me to the place I love
    Take me all the way
    I don't ever want to feel
    Like I did that day
    Take me to the place I love
    Take me all the way (yeah yeah yeah)
    Ooh no (no no yeah yeah)
    Love me I say yeah yeah

    Under the bridge downtown
    Is where I drew some blood
    Under the bridge "
    I could not get enough
    Under the bridge "
    Forgot about my love
    Under the bridge "
    I gave my life away (yeah yeah yeah)
    Ooh no (no no yeah yeah)
    Here I stay yeah yeah

    Here I stay...

    Anything from californication is good, its mostly calm and smooth, i swear its like lullaby for stoners.
     
  3. Ghanja Bus-Cypress Hill featuring Damian Marley.



    [Damian Marley]
    All aboard, and jump on the Ganja Bus
    We now want the new weed, beat under us
    Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous
    Somkin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust
    Too much ecstasy, make manna exit us
    Too much fantasy, here upon next to us
    Fit in ganja weed, always notorious
    Sucker censor me, if you feel glorious
    We have weed in our cakes and Oreo's
    Believe me though, death upon your Marlboro
    You want my roll, on someone you hardly know
    This Marley grow, no time to move feet
    Make it slow, you tellin' me no
    Say you want to start the show
    Like cool, Johnny Depp and you want to blow
    You shot, direct; that means you are far bellow
    You start to take, substances up in your nose

    [Chorus: Damian Marley - 2X]
    No nina where you find me
    Some boy go rich, blow ninety
    We're smokin' like a genie
    The skunky and the greenie

    [B-Real]
    On the ganja bus, they comin' after us
    We makin' stops all over Los Angeles
    On the block, where the weed that get scandalous
    When we run around, police can't handle us
    They wanna clout the bus, and on the top be us
    They never wanna come around, just a rowdy bunch
    Tengo el poder, tu no aguantas
    Yo se, que el juego es dificil para usted
    Despiertate, no dejes tu gente ver
    Tu situacion cuando no puedes mantener
    En fuerza que nosotros, ensenale
    Deja tu vida sin rastros, escondete
    Portate, we flyin' up tu saint tropez
    And if you want we can jet through Montego bay

    [Chorus: Damian Marley - 2X]
    No nina where you find me
    Some boy go rich, blow ninety
    We're smokin' like a genie
    The skunky and the greenie
    Senn Dogg!

    [Sen Dog]
    Cuando fumo yo no juego, pasame el fuego
    Me lo fumo todo, quememe los dedos
    En la manana cuando me levanto
    Antes que nada, yo quemo un pipaso
    Enamorado con la yerba buena
    comida cubana y las nalgas morenas
    todas las nenas saben que yo tengo
    las colitas, vete en mi leno
    no hay nadie que me quite el vicio
    marihuano por vida, oiste chico?
    Mundo entero quiero que me entiende
    La Cannabis es buena pa' tu mente

    [Chorus]

    [B-Real]
    It's so hazardous
    Take a strive with us
    When it's over California, we react the bus
    We fabulous, your talk don't mean jack to us
    Better fear for your ass when disaster come
    Pass ya' blunts, gonna have to mash it up
    For you conniving mothafuckers wanna stash it up
    You actin' up, we can't have that's whats up
    Listen Muggs on the table gonna slash it up

    [Chorus 2x]
     

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