Steppenwolf - Don't Step On The Grass Staring at the boob tube, turning on the big knob Trying to find some life in the wasteland 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 Whose hair and clothes are too far out Pushing 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 chorus 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, all right 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 ( chorus ) 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 </pre>
I found a sweet mix of richie spice with the backbeat of "5 on it" by luniz...check it http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=64538295 its titled "Ive got marijuana on it"
WILLIE PASS THE WEED w/m= David Ray Reed ASCAP 1598486 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
CHORUS: Black C ] Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program) (Just smoke that dank) We don't smoke that sh*t in the SFC\t\t(4X) [ VERSE 1: Mr. Cee ] 3, 2, 1, comin in with a bang It's 2 dark-skinned *****s, not a muthaf**kin gang Pimps with limps, never known as simps We smoke dank, not the bammer shit Damn, that bammer ain't no good You might as well smoke some rolled up wood And you laughed and said those rhymes was funny But trip on the sense that I'm stressin, you punk-ass dummy Get with the program Can't you see bammer ain't nothin but a scammer False high, nothin but a untrue affair Or a everyday lie to dank ??? Ain't it a gram that you seek to gain? Once knew a girl named Brenda Smokin that bammer was her everyday agenda She used to laugh and giggle Until Mr. Cee moved next to her building I tried to get her but she acted kinda shob So I shared my dank, I got her real high She followed me up to a room And for you bit*hes, honey boomb, honey boom We smoked mo' dank without a pause And later that night I was in them drawers See, Frisco *****s ain't no punks Put guns in our way and they're gonna get pumped Oh, Brenda's now hoein in the Point Couldn't handle the dank, the reason - bammer joints [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Black C ] Don't gimme no bammer joint It's the Black C, *****, gettin straight to the point I was chillin outside on a hot day It was me and my *****s, just check what I say Let's fade, let's go see the dank man They'll fade if they is my friends A few *****s pitched in (Let's go to the store so I can get some gin) Oh no, straight Hen-dog on mine With a little dab of Coke and a ***** doin fine So now we got a nitro We up, yeah, let's go hit the indo In fo' deep we creep It's about to be a party in a 5.0 Jeep ***** straight checkin the mirror One ***** in the back had a St. Ides beer Urlin like f**k in my backseat I made him buy five grams and clean up the mess, gee Straight Hen-dog with no chaser f**k that beer, ain't nothin greater A-B, our name: C And you gotta pause when you get to the D D for dank, D for drink But not D for the dope that's stackin my bank There's only two things that I smoke A punk-ass ***** or a pipe full of indo I like nothin but the real McCoy Straight dank, f**k a bammer joint [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Black C ] Is it gold, is it green, is it brown? (No, it's Black C breakin em buds down) Or should I say them indo clusters Never want homegrown cause I'm a indo lover Trip on the sh*t that I say Or go take a trip to go get the sh*t D to the a to the a to the n to the k (*****s know what's up) So what more can I say? If it's in a zag or a pipe It's quite expensive, so you better smoke it right Get a few *****s to fade Find a cut, a chizurp in a shade And like meat belongs to a meal Grab a 40 with the dank cause it's time to get ill It's better than crack cocaine It ain't medicine, but it'll ease the pain And if you find right you're in luck That and the Ides got you amped as f**k Now for the journey or quest And creepin for some sex but don't forget the latex *****s like each other lesser and lesser But on the dank tip let's come together You call it herb, some call it sess But if it's called bammer don't smoke that mess [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 4: Mr. Cee ] Once again it's the muthaf**kin Mr. Cee From Harbor Road, gee Just gimme a couple of zigzags So I can roll a fat one and take a drag Now I ain't got no time for playin I just wanna smoke my dank, and *****s always say don't smoke that bammer What's that word by MC Hammer? Shit, it ain't 'proper' The ***** who sold it to ya gotcha Straight up gaffled Now you're lookin confused, or should I say baffled But don't let it kill ya Cause a Hunters Point ***** will ???? it to ya The smoke gets straight to the head And next you're put head to bed Then you start to dreamin, wonderin You say to yourself (Damn, that dank was bumpin) Ooh, ah, look at that hoe But don't open that door, you got to cop that blow ***** say that while rollin in a ride at the same time Listen to the bassline By T.C. And my ***** named Black C Poem like d-o-p-e Sayin fresh rhymes for the RBL Posse ????????????????????????????? Boy, I said it backwards, can I come smoother? That't that dank shit Time to pull another lick RBL to the ninjas: Our mission: to go and jack *****s For their indo sacks, to be exact We 2 are like straight macks See, we got straight to the point Cause we don't smoke no bammer joints
Kottonmouth Kings - 4-2-0- Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep First I hit the sweet leaf, and then I have nice dreams When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake My clock stopped at Four-twenty, what you want me to say I stay blazed all day, no matter where I’m creepin’ Hot boxing on your block, and at the spot on the weekends You’ll see smoke risin’, Just who could it be It’s my rhyme and crime partner, D. dash L. O. C. Yeah that be me born and raised in the suburbs. Faded off the bud smoke blowing it at you nerds thanks Johnny Richter for your nice little hand off I got some purple Kush Did you bring the sand box? Let’s bounce some bud so we can make a little Keefe Spice up the leaf before we smoke the tree Everybody in the scene Know we blow the most dosha That's why they label us the Kottonmouth solders. “we got all types”– At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- “we talking pounds” These anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper “Roll that shit up” So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter “pass it around” at 4-2-0 everybody’s burning Ganja” You’ll catch me at the Smoke-Out smoked out, dropping drinks Having a blast, not giving a fuck, doing my thing Blowing rings through the crowd, being loud and obnoxious Now the shots I did with Pak got me feelin’ kind of nauseous But I played it cool and pulled a few snaps Big fat packed bowls, and had a chicken Caesar wrap Dipping through the whole place, no where else I’d rather be Then smokin’ weed with my peeps, now I pass it to D. 24.7 Everyday every minute everybody every stoner grab your bud keep composer beer drinkers, pill poppers, acid heads and freaks All the creatures in the street Heroin addicts and geeks Kottonmouth Kings signed a one way contract to see the world and smoke the killa chronic D-Loc said it, so don't you forget it It’s four (four), two, o and I blow endow. “we got all types”– At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- “we talking pounds” These anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper “Roll that shit up” So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter “pass it around” at 4-2-0 everybody’s burning Ganja” Now you might see me on a mission searching for double-vision And I ain’t no mathematician, more like a stoney musician But I get a little help from my friends when in need Hit the bubble, fuck, double, now I’m seeing in three’s 4-5-6, double dash is D I'm always drinking beer and I'm always smoking weed hanging in the streets just doing my thing putting it down for the herb with the Kottonmouth Kings All these hours and days inter-face with the planet with bubbles and bells the kush is orgasmic – I transplant my mental to truly titanic fanatic levels for all you bud fiending addict – the session begins right upstairs in my addict we bless it we roll it we toke it and pass it – the next time you see us don’t take us for granted – we’re all getting lifted just the way that we planned it “we got all types”– At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- “we talking pounds” These anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper “Roll that shit up” So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter “pass it around” at 4-2-0 everybody’s burning Ganja”
The Supervillains Album: Massive 2008 Title: You Got Me Pretty baby don't start a fight, i can see it in your eyes but please don't do it tonight Say you wanna leave cuz i've got plans for you Well if your gonna leave then fuck you anyway, i can find a new girl by the end of the day And she won't leave until i tell her to get out So why can't we just enjoy each other? We're always fighting all the time Well we could stop and be lovers. we could break up and that would be just fine Girl, when i'm with you i'm hot (Like i've been smokin sinsemilla all night) My arms are heavy and my eyes get stuck (Feel my knees shake and i know why i'm hooked) So please don't tell me it's time to go (i'm on the all alone and i need you so) Tell me to stay the whole night through, Girl you got me going for you Pretty baby don't get so mad when i say i gotta leave and go on tour with my band Cuz when i get back, things will be fine But if your not here when i get back, live i've said it before it'll be no sweat off my sack It's too bad i thought we were the match So why can't we just enjoy each other? We're always fighting all the time Well we could stop and be lovers. we could break up and that would be just fine Girl, when i'm with you i'm hot (Like i've been smokin sinsemilla all night) My arms are heavy and my eyes get stuck (Feel my knees shake and i know why i'm hooked) So please don't tell me it's time to go (i'm on the all alone and i need you so) Tell me to stay the whole night through, Girl you got me going for you
Lyrics for Ganja Weed Jah Roots Album: Joy Ganja Weed, They Destroy everyday And harmful things, they want to spray While Ganja heals, Drugs they push on us everyday On TV they are sponsoring everything... the herb it is a part of our environment you try to take it away and i shall burn you till retirement you make your laws to come and try prevent it and you threaten my freedom with your sentence i shall not regret it i try to testify on its importance still you make iman work to import it but you cannot justify the way you torment all the people smoking herbs and just enjoying it Ganja Weed, They Destroy everyday And harmful things, they want to spray While Ganja heals, Drugs they push on us everyday On TV they are sponsoring everything... dont cut down mi herbstock cause mi work so hard to grow the weed so why not let it florish hunh i cant just sit back and observe this no how dare you take away his gift and make it seem so wrong well iknow that your confused look at the way you treat your brother man who never wronged you how can i make it much more clear to you we'll never stop burning herbs no matter what ya gonna do Ganja Weed, They Destroy everyday And harmful things, they want to spray While Ganja heals, Drugs they push on us everyday On TV they are sponsoring everything... legalize it and i will advertise it if'n ya see me red eye well dont act supprised at the fact mi smell like highgrade in mi pocket is a phat sac ina mi other pocket is a lighter and a spliff wrap gwan and hit that pass it round full circle till it get back give thanks and take a breath think about herb and its real impact you cant deny the ganjah and the positive it packs it'll change the way you live and take the evil up out your act Ganja Weed, They Destroy everyday And harmful things, they want to spray While Ganja heals, Drugs they push on us everyday On TV they are sponsoring everything...
"Insane In The Brain" Cypress Hill [B-Real:] Who you trying to get crazy with, ése? Don't you know I'm loco? To da one on da flam Boy it's tough I just toss that ham on the fryin pan Like spam It's done when I come in slam Damn, I feel like the son of sam Don't make me wrek shit Wit a automatic got me goin' like general electric Damn The lights are blinkin' I'm thinkin' It's all over when go out drinkin' OH makin' my mind slow, that's why I don't fuck with the big four-oh Bro, I got ta' maintain Cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane [B-Real & Sen Dog:] Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Crazy insane, got no brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! [Sen Dog:] Do my shit undercover, now it's time for the blubba Blabber, to watch that belly get fatter Fat boy on a diet, don't try it I'll jack yo' ass like a looter in a riot My shit's fat, like a sumo, slamming dat ass Leavin your face in the grass Cause you know, I don't take a duro, lightly Punks just jealous cause they can't outwrite me Or kick that style, wicked, wild Happy face nigga never seen me smile Rip that mainframe, I'll explain A nigga like me is going insane [B-Real & Sen Dog:] Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Crazy insane, got no brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! [B-Real:] Like Louie Armstrong, played the trumpet I'll hit that bong and break you off something Soon I got to get my props Cops, come and try to snatch my crops These pigs wanna blow my house down Head underground to the next town They get mad when they come to raid my pad And I'm out in the nine-deuce Cad' Yes I'm the pirate, pilot Of this ship if I get with the ultraviolet dream Hide from the red light beam Now do you believe in the unseen? Look, but don't make you eyes strain A nigga like me is going insane [B-Real & Sen Dog:] Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Crazy insane, got no brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain!
"This Joint" Slightly Stoopid The taste of this joint We rolling it up from Philly And I need all the weed from Cali Original, cutting the beat And I getting all the weed I said, does it taste strong? We rolling it up from Philly And I need all the weed from Cali Original, cutting the beat And I getting all the weed I said, does it taste strong? We rolling it up from Philly And I need all the weed from Cali Original, cutting the beat And I getting all the weed I said, does it taste strong? We rolling it up from Philly And I need all the weed from Cali Let's take a plane up out to Philly We flying out to Dallas Someone I'm meeting __ is Handing in it the chalice Some premil, we come play We getting the weed from Cali And rolling it up in Philly Smoking weed up all day Now they say they come playing, really And I really need to hear it ... You now that we would not get near No ordinary sensimilla And the only thing they wanted When the kryptonite is gone We started smoking supersonic If you got money to pay Better put your money on it A __ they go on and on and on and on And they say they never feel it But we're smoking this 'semilli No __ needed When I'm high I don't conceal it Everything is okay, this joint We rolling it up from Philly And I need all the weed from Cali Original, cutting the beat And I getting all the weed I said, does it taste strong? We rolling it up from Philly And I need all the weed from Cali Original, cutting the beat And I getting all the weed I said, does it taste strong? We rolling it up from Philly And I need all the weed from Cali Original, cutting the beat And I getting all the weed I said, does it taste strong? We rolling it up from Philly And I need all the weed from Cali Smoked up all my weed from Philly And everything from Cali I'm all up and I'm by you Smoking the kind of Maui-wowi Pakalolo, grade A We call to the Carribean Deliver it up but their seeking All connections get paid Different strap for every season If you really need a reason We light the kryptonite and I open red bull Lighten b's, more than ounce or two of chronic In the end it's what we needed No artificial flavor, then they come Oh no no, we said, come and let the music play And __ repeat it Perfection, I go on and on and on and on I've been from Minnesota From there onto Daytona We come from up in New York Now up in Cali, superfona Everything is okay, this joint We rolling it up from Philly And I need all the weed from Cali Original, cutting the beat And I getting all the weed I said, does it taste strong? We rolling it up from Philly And I need all the weed from Cali Original, cutting the beat And I getting all the weed I said, does it taste strong? We rolling it up from Philly And I need all the weed from Cali Original, cutting the beat And I getting all the weed I said, does it taste strong? We rolling it up from Philly And I need all the weed from Cali
SIGN UP [https://images-genius-com] Smoke Two Joints Sublime A song off Sublime’s classic album 40 Oz. To Freedom. It is a cover of The Toyes original version… read more » SMOKE TWO JOINTS LYRICS "She was living in a single room with three other individuals. One of them was a male and the other two, well, the other two were females. God only knows what they were up to in there. And furthermore, Susan, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised to learn that all four of them habitually smoke marijuana cigarettes... Reefers." [Verse 1] I smoke two joints in the morning 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 "Smoke cigarettes 'til the day she dies!" "Toke a big spliff of some good sinsemillia" "Smoke cigarettes 'til the day she dies!" "Toke a big spliff of some good sinsemill..." "Eazy-E were ya ever caught slippin'?" "Hell no!" [Verse 2] Daddy, he once told me, "Son, you be hard workin' man" And Momma, she once told me, "Son, you do the best you can" But then, one day, I met a man who came to me and said: "Hard work good and hard work fine, but first take care of head" Woah Rock me tonight, for old time's sake, oh Sent from my A574BL using Grasscity Forum mobile app
Smoke 2 joints by SPM I smoke two joints when I wake up.. In the car I smoke two joints.. I smoke two joints when in play video games .. at every 10,000 points.. 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..