| Now this is what I'm talking about baby
And this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads
Get a bag of dope and a quarter o
So who want a bag who want a bag
You want a bag you want a bag you got a bag
So send 'em out the door to the liquor store
Get a bag of dope in a quarter o
[Bizzy Bone]
Alright homies legalize reefer leaves and nines
some of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for my people
and though I know that weed will even out your debt
love everything green roll blunts from boxes of cigars said
gonna get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked up
when you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga shut the fuck up
no stems no indo and chronic hydro and skunk and I can think of some more ohh
yeah time to smoke said so I know high day come around on friday
toke the bowl breath deep boy yes then we pray
as the reefer help me see more everyday woulda me coulda me be Heaven sent
one hell of a superstar bowl every first friday of the month
and your humbily invited were truly humbly united
enemies and all of ya'll hate on when i get my fade on
I'm so high
[Bizzy Bone]
on new year smokin the potent buddha (buddha)
there aint nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb shit
fat enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya
reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva heave her (nigga) you
better believe us even when we lonly weed wont leave us
not like these fake niggas that decieve us
all day the weed man dizzy we be better make it seedless
life aint easy put it on eazy but we still breathin
takin a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to heaven
chokin with my breezy
that herbal healin
and dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna spend your scrilla
and givin the weed to the killas niggas forget why they killin (hell ya)
I heard they heard they heard they out here fuckin wit pills
nigga those chemicals will make you ill so get off the ecstasy
so to the realers mysterious and pass the rush
off a box (a box) sellin me skunk (skunk) out of me trunk (trunk)
show nuff show nuff show nuff show nuff
[Bizzy Bone]
thug that talkin till we love that love that that
dont legalize cuz they know we can
gettin high just to get by
through all the suicides and homicides
and genocides drivebys walkbys gonna multiply
and chalk lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood and it would rain
and it aint all were it aint all and it aint all and it aint all good
I started at eleven stealin weed from coppers
and even though you beat us I gotta thank you for the reefer
neva mess with white girls but I roll those white boys
niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight joints tight joints
my shit is swollen you shouldnt be rollin
livin on green leaves that will make your heart bleed
just go and let me split up the weed and be silent and sober
no jokin when the nieghbers door is open you want to come over
we smokin tokin and now we chokin tokin and then we chokin chokin chokin
chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so high
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| Well I've heard those city singers singin' 'bout how they can love,
Deeper than the oceans, higher than the stars above.
Well, I come from the country, and I know I ain't seen it all.
But I heard that ocean's salty, and the stars, they sometimes fall.
And that would not do justice to the way I feel for you.
So I had to sing this song about all the things I knew.
My love is deeper than the holler.
Stronger than the river.
Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill.
My love is purer than the snowflakes,
That fall in late December.
And honest as a Robin on a springtime window sill.
And longer than the song of a whippoorwill.
From the back roads to the Broadway shows with a million miles between,
There's a least a million love songs that people love to sing.
And every one is different, and every one's the same.
And this is just another way of sayin' the same thing.
My love is deeper than the holler.
Stronger than the river.
Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill.
My love is purer than the snowflakes,
That fall in late December.
And honest as a Robin on a spring-time window sill.
And longer than the song of a whippoorwill.
My love is deeper than the holler.
Stronger than the river.
Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill.
My love is purer than the snowflakes,
That fall in late December.
And honest as a Robin on a spring-time window sill.
And longer than the song of a whippoorwill.
A Whippoorwill
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| well any way fuck this fuck that fuck everything...i will prolly stop using this piece of shit thing no one leaves me comments soo i guess i dont need it so fuck this also...well im gettin off this fuckin stupid fucking thing soo bye and fuck it all
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK IIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
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| *Alana hope ya get better soon* love ya
Clarissa love ya baby your wonderful mwah |
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