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.
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
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
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
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
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? ...
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*}
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?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=115944741 link to the song
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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.