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."
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
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
"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
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
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.
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.
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. =]
"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
I'm a lead singer with my band and I write my own lyrics. It sounds cheesy without the music but here goes. Vahalla -where's the green ice I smoke the crystals with my pipe Heaven might be not be coming tonight Here I am, with nothing but the reefer by my side.
As I walk along the edges of my mind and attempt to contemplate what it really is that makes me tick, I'm reminded of emotions that saturate my thoughts like sunshine, and no this ain't the first time, -Coolio.
"I smoke blunts everyday so don't ask me shit and if that weed ain't fire don't pass me shit" -Lil flip
get on my level u cant get on my level ur gonna need a space shuttle or a ladder thats forever im ever im better if not now then never dont u ever fix ur lips unless u about to suck my dick, bitch
Weed Smoker-Styles P one of the best weed songs....ever. Excuse me as I roll dai maaaa Puffin' on the blunt while I'm watchin' How High If we said we didn't smoke, you would call us liars (why?) We burn down more trees than forest fires Yo P, come to Chinatown, we could get faded Two blunts and your eyes'll look like we was related Ain't no baby joint that I'm rollin' (uh uh) Nah, 'round here we puff big L's like Lamont Coleman (rest in peace) Dump 20s in the phillies, I ain't new to this shit (nope) Walk around like I had a spliff glued to my lip (oh shit) Watch how I spit on this beat (check it) And I ain't talkin' 'bout BET when I be takin' hits on the street This is for them dudes that be hatin' on my sales I'm like Whitney wit' it, still waitin' to exhale You think you nice? Guess what? My style's greater I get high (how high?)one time I called Styles Jada [Redman] Funk Doc start takin' a drag It's like, who in the hell let this ape in the lab Breakin' the glass, bong I'm swingin' harder, the cash is swoll The only kid with a velcro fabric thumb, never Droppin' a blunt, 2 for fine rollin' 89 in the Bricks is 15 and growin' Killa house fair, you know what it mean It mean your cypher ain't fuckin' wit' the lord of the ring, dig it I pack your pipe wit' nothin' but bomb And roll on, like the power stripe under your arm Hold on, invoke, massive indo I'm breakin' the dress code I ain't rockin' Kenneth Cole's I just came to get, high with Styles Like my, block like D with wider vowels I'm talkin' 'bout A-E-I-O-U My skills already have *****s pressed Fuck the interview "I get high - high - high" (Every day) "I get high - high - high" (Every night) "I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory" (All the time) "HIGH on your memory..." (Every day) "I get high - high - high" (Every night) "I get high - high - high" (All the time) "I get high - high - high - high" (*laughing*) "High-ighhhhhhh..." [Styles] I'ma blow it if it's sticky kid (WHAT UP?) I smoke mayonaisse jars full of green like Biggie did My pen's my cigar, my bars be serious You can't fuck wit' me dog, point blank period And we're high and hallucinatin' A pound called 6 in New York But it's half in Miami ***** move your weight My dimes be 1 point 0s, 20s be 2 point 2s Bring a snack and some fruit punch too And you know I (*inhale*)the purple stuff I'm so high that I could piss on the cloud and make a bird look up Smokin' haze in the hummer while the bird look up Gettin' high with the hammers so the herd shook up I get, high like Doc and Meth, and "Let The Monkeys Out" So I can "Bring The Pain" while I pop your chest It's D Block when the bastard's reppin' (D Block) All I need is a lighter and some haze with a master collection "I get high - high - high" (Every day) "I get high - high - high" (Every night) "I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory" (All the time) "HIGH on your memory..." (Every day) "I get high - high - high" (Every night) "I get high - high - high" (All the time) "I get high - high - high - high" (*laughing*) "High-ighhhhhhh..." [Method Man] Okay Who y'all know smoke more herb than Tical Hit up a weed spot then off to the D Block to smoke it wit' Styles I fight my way up out the detox Who smoke a slip but he don't need block Just buds and cumulous clouds Pull up your ??reeboks?? This kid has gone mad, rapper like ??D-Doc?? I got trees, but I'm tryin' to smoke a little he got If no these *****s then who? (son tell me who) Burn a leaf and get it "Hot in Herre", like Nelly do I get high like Mary J. it's "All That I Need" To get..by, stay red eye No need to get fly I get a rush (RUSH) when I'm rollin' 'em up The other day I saw Signs in the theaters Kids was throwin' 'em up I get high high high, everyday I get high Yeah, I get high high high, and every night I get high Yeah, I get high high high, Mr. Meth I get high Yeah, yeah yeah, I get high high high, with Styles P. I get high