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
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.
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]