Weed Song lyrics

Artist  : Bizzy Bone 
Song : Weed Song



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 [Bizzy Bone]



You know we gotta have a weed song!



ooh



well they always got a weed song, luv it when my
families high/

i know a few of you got issues cuz evils been out
to get you/

keep the family tight/

light up the reefah for a stay over, family
ties/



when i die we gon make some dolla dollas/

well enough to holla holla/

been smokin marijuana wit my bitchez/

smokin marijuana wita my mama mama/



livin off cleveland ??? for life/

livin off weed and vibes/

Straight ??? niggas/

wit seasoned and stress givin em chop ya ???/



Hey, Dont put it on me dont put it on me, look at
me, im high/

i got some money i can let the shit dry/

if its sticky then its sticky oooh i/

sore eyes, she gets me let me see it up under the
bar/



[Chorus]

Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.

its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.

Get Money!, and spread it all amongst my
crew.

oooooooooh



Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.

its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.

Get Money!, Get Money!, Get Money!

Get Money!, Get Money!



[Prince Rasu]

Scavangers watch me all times, when i wont feel
like a million bucks/

they say ??? fuck wit me, i tie ya children
up/

Reguardless of courtcases and they charges/

im bumpin off hennessey nautious, ridin shotty in
hot impalas/



rock a jersey, dippin like a derby, gets up ya
style/

freak ill black em out laced wit the flame james
brown/

sippin on cuppacino, like carlito and
gambino/

schemin on a freedo big chips to whip
benzino/



challenge i say no, obstacles gon have to get
hurtled/

baby im out to collar for dollaz, niggaz i hurt
you/

wont reimburse you, except wit shots that'll hurt
you/

Glocks that'll murk you, shoulda never crept
after curfew/



im untouchable, similar to scarface/

??? of pacino be in yo kilos like star space/

enterprise on a mission to go, where no man has
gone b'fo'/

wit clean getaways to mexico/



plush rides, cuban carrots i gota find/

life is a gamble, roll the dice, they never
lie/

my niggaz high, splittin vegas smokin
incredible/

sweakin like earl manigo baby its
understandable/



im droppin techs, fresh out the joint and still
on a short chain/

nigga when im off ima purchase a pound n blow my
brain/



[Capo Confuscious]

Addicted Pothead, consumin pounds of sticky, pass
it around/

have the entire crowd lifted like cheech and
chong/

up in smoke, blown away, gazin trippin off
shroomies/

hallucinatin amongst ??? settle for goofy
ass/



ever since then drug substance straight blaze the
weed/

contemplate money schemes, currency value
increase/

gorillas get sorted when they see a brother
flossin his brand new lexo land cruiser/

and they still leasin a 2 door honda accord (oh
lord)/



resident neighbours scared, terrorise the
suburbs/

freaky parties in til 5 o clock in the mornin,
early crack of dawn/

kick every bitch out my house, say pussy come
pussy go/

spend quality time, faithful to mary jane/



lifted always stay high/

soon as my chronic supply run low/

back to the weed spot purchase sum mo, lets
go/



[Chorus]

Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.

its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.

Get Money!, and spread it all amongst my
crew.

oooooooooh



Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.

its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.

Get Money!, Get Money!, Get Money!

Get Money!, Get Money!