Weed Hand lyrics

Artist  : Baby Bash 
Song : Weed Hand



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 [Chorus:]

Sometimes da game got me stressin
partner i can't lie

I roll me a sweet smash
off n da ride a whole piece i aint never
lied

I put my weed hand n da sky

I put my
weed hand n da sky

I respect it for da luv of
life

A whole piece i aint never lied

I
put my weed hand in da sky

I put my weed hand
in da sky



[V1:]

The smokes killing
off my lungs and appendix.It's baby bash the
modern day jimmy hendrix.deep

down in
texas,dope house is so relentless.the fluff is
endless.smokin wit my lawer and
my

dentist.Feelin stupendiss wanna come to my
quarter stacks.Smokin on greener reef.singing
boby

to dem older cats.(bobby brown)Dem
dolger sax,wit a coffee grinder at my mercy.Dun
rolled a

lax wit a highspeed chasers ones dat
coudn't curch me.Cocked mouthed and thirsty gotta
keep my

spirit lifted though.My
spiritual,lyrical,it's hydromyrical.I'm comin
visious though,wit a

fully loaded off dat
durby. feelin so worthy cuz my vacume lungs are
like dat curby.and don't

desturb me when i'm
floatin to my foriegn land.You no fo' sho' i keep
my pipe in my weed

hand.My weed hand is
something i don't disrestpect.Your weed hand
throw it up and represent

your
weed.



[Chorus:]



[V2:]

I'ma
gonna admit it and you know i'm wid it.begin his
life,got his only one and split it.Lit

it up
wit my nephew.and now i'm floatin.My crown is
broaken.soakin up my soal.sippen

styraphone
cups.choken now i'm low.If you ridden on us dats
cool but pass da joint.diamonds

flyin and you
just had to go.cuz u dun cast da vote.and i didn't
even get a hit.no not even a

little bit.so now
help me get rid of dis.baby girl don't disrespecr
the luv.and i can't see

dat.ask where we get
the best of bud.put up ur weed
hand.



[Chorus:]



[V3:]

Man i
been down dis way before.i hit da bong back up and
blow.I'm too damn high don't pass me

no mo'.I
blaze drown,sip on a four.stayin high i'm on a
note.u can smell da bong all on
my

clothes.man look at my eyes they bout to b
closed.I'm choken dudes up out hte room wit my
weed

hand in the sky.I'm stayin blowed on
octamodes and i'm leanin half da time.I'm stayin
high and

i hustle fool.don't be at home up on
my ass gotta get up and glock sum cash.

hoes
thinkin they gonna smoke for free.but not wit a
young P.I.M.P.Just cuz i'm young don't

mean
i'm dumb.Red microphones now blaze sum of dat
greener reef.and pour sum of dat
purple

stuff.down here we smokin bud.ya i no
u herd of us.



[Chorus:]



ending
outro:My weed hand,put ur weed hand in da sku,my
weed hand,east west,my weed

hand,north
south,something we can all relate to,my weed
hand.