Post your favorite hip hop lyrics (ABOUT SMOKING WEED)
 

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Weed Song- Bone Thugs (the third verse)

I remeber being a little thug
Weed, really didn't know what it was
Then I took a puff and I realized
I should always, stay high
The weed (the weed), makes me feel alright (alright)
If you feel like i feel, I got half on your dime
If you got weed smoke it, I'm a real weed smoker
If it's mine then I would
since its yours you could, you should
If I ain't there when you blaze a blunt nigga huh, please think of me
Cuz you know a nigga like to get high (high), high and free
Smokin' all night, feelin' all right
Bone Thugs get high, so high
High, high, all night, high, high
So high

smoking on the trees at a hundred degrees
never touch the breeze this is sticky green leaves

(put it in the dutch it gets stuck on yo touch)

pack it in the bong, last long, have you on fresh

light it up
role it
pass it around
the scientists have found, check the rail compound

(well if you look over here (i like that glass bong)
I can't see it, you have the money for it?
right there to the left!)

(my man with the rasta got the best green pasta
tree trunk buds (but that good shit'll cost ya!)

anyway, gimme an ounce of that shit
i'll have that shit with madlib
we could bounce to that shit
make a basket full of cookies
make ya feel like a rookie
make you eat a lot and maybe go get some nookie

(highpowered shit so we can do our astro travelling)

around the world, on a smoke tour, dabbeling
the most best of weed, amsterdam humble seeds
weeds weeds weeds, is what we all needs needs

light it up
role it
pass it around
the scientists have found, check the rail compound

bone had a better weed song...buddah lovaz...gotta learn to smoke the buddah.

I do a lot of stupid sh*t when I be smokin
One time I left my truck runnin in Brooklyn WIDE OPEN
I forget who I call, ask for Nia (R - 'Hello, can I talk to Nia?')
and it's Tonya (G - 'NIA?!', R - 'Oh shit!')
Click over (R - 'Whassup bit*h?'.. 'Oh, hi momma!')
Yo, when I'm on stage rhymin I forget what state that I'm in
The bit*hes numbers I lost, my Baby Momma find em
I played the lottery, forty million that day
I probably won the motherf**ker but I forgot that I played!
Yo yo yo
Once upon a time up in Jersey, Yo!
Ha ha, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, I knocked on her do', 'Who is it?'
Hah, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
I heard them niggaz up in Cali get smoked a lot
All them niggaz in Atlanta get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Virginia get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Rhode Island get smoked a lot

Aiyyo-yo, yo
When I get high I start throwin water in the crowd
Battle MC's off the top, slaughterin a child
Detroit call it Ganz, Miami call it Krip
No matter what you call it, it be peelin back my shit!
Aiyyo Cali niggaz got Bomb -- that same Bomb
made me forget my momma's birthday and it's tattoed on my arm
I misplace my Lex keys everytime I be zee'd up
I was caught puttin Christmas trees up, and it was Easter!
Do y'all motherf**kers feel high tonight?
Knowin y'all niggaz shouldn't drive tonight?
Yo, however the plan go, close the Caravan do'
So we can all die and get high off of secondhand smoke

Cannabis Sativa
Or in the heart of LA known as the cronic
Not to be confused with the bionic
Even though it does cost six million dollars
Maaan Understaaand
AH HA HA
Now we working with some new improved shit on this track
Nevertheless not no stress
Sucka ass niggas
So now we gona move on and uh
Light a big fat one up for the world
And hit this
Once or twice and you'll be twice as nice get it
This is the cronic ah ha ha ha (play that motherfucker out there nigga)

Make my bud the cronic
I wants to get fucked up
Make my shit the cronic
I gots to fire it up
I want the bomb I want the cronic
I gots to get fucked up
Make my bud the cronic
Before I take it home

Daamn my last joint
Don't fuck with me fool
Who got the dub sacks
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooeeeeee
This shoutin a motherfucker maan (you can take it or leave it nigga)
But I need a spliff right now (roll this shit up then nigga)
And I don't want no *SESS* brother
Its got to be the cronic know what I mean nigga
Yeah thats the cronic thats the cronic thats the bomb boy
Now get me motherfuckin zig-zag we straight (yeah nigga I got some)
Or better yet, a muthafuckin' blunt (I got that shit)
A Philly blunt that is

God dam Im fucked up
(Im fucked up to)
That shit ain't no dro'
Ohh shit no I want no more I want shit
Just leave me alone
Just let me chill out and listen to this shit
I'm high

Thats fucked up
What they put in this weed
That's why they call this shit cronic
??? Dam Dam Shit
Fucked up fucked up
Fucked Crazy oh fucked up
Really really though
now im callin a motherfucker
That shit that shit that shit's crazy
I'm high dam

Ohhh I made to fuck some shit up now baby
(You can come on and fuck me up)
Hmm Hmm triple cheeseburger some fries
Motherfuckin couple sodas
some apple turnovers and all that old shit nigga
????? Im ready to get my ??? on that indo smells good as a motherfucker to
I want it no more that shits not to be fucked with
Nice to be fucked with
Im high oh nigga you pass that to somebody else
Nigga Im through for the night
Really though really though nigga
That's some fools gona buy this motherfucker
No nigga don't be trying to pass me that shit nigga Im I told you Im cool
Oh madness
(Ha I got another dub sack nigga ha ha ha)

This tune by 'bizzy bone' makes me giggle, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5PeZIULqro, sticky icky

This is a really good lyric too.

" I be passing up parties, quit parties
But never passing a bowl
Pass me that weed"

going to basketball practice weed scented

Best drug song ever - a bit of a wait until the rap though (about 2 minutes 10 seconds).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCLs0jv_Efk

Do you want to get high?(yeah)
Does everybody want to get high? (yeah)

Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong

pick it, pack it
Fire it up, come along
And take a hit from the bong
Put the blunt down
Just for a second
Don't get me wrong
It's not a new method
Inhale
Exhale
Just got an ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat cone
But my double-barrel bong
Is gettin' me stoned
I'm skill it
There's water inside don't spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it
Goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky, phunky, smelly green shit
Sing my song
Puff all night long
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong y'all

Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?

Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?

Let's smoke that bowl
Hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it
Unplug it
Don't strain
I love you Mary Jane
She never complains
When I hit Mary
With that flame
I light up the cherry
She's so good to me
When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen
Don't get me stirred up
The smoke, through the bubbling water
Is makin' it pure so I got ta
Take my hit and hold it
Just like Chong
I get the bowl and I reload it
Get my four-footer and bring it on
As I take hits from the bong

Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?

Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?

Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?

Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?

Damn, the ballerina girl in that was damn cute.

by far the most creative hip-hop song about weed.... by the teacha, of course!


Chorus
I'm a blunt gettin smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin smoked and I can't wake up

Verse
I'm dreaming about being a blunt
I'm running around and I just can't wake up, Hah!
I'm dreaming about being a blunt. Ho!
I'm walking around and I just cant wake up.

I'm tryin to wake up, I cant wake up
So I run and jump
someone yelled get that blunt.
Get that blunt, now Im thinking this is major
I've got a bunch of people chasing me with a razor
I dont like this dream as a blunt
But I can't get out of it
And I cant seem to wake up
So Im running and racing
Blunt smokers are chasing
This is insane, I'm caught by House Of Pain
I'm picked up
they said they gonna put my head out
They slit my back and all the tobacco fell out
Now I'm hollowed wet thin and yes ready
They poured the shumpang gently and rewet me
Check it out now, in the same attire
here comes the fire
Now they lit it, now Im burning by the minute
But check it out
more heads came to chill
Everlast took a pull and passed me to Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill took a pull
lungs are full, who's next?
I'm being passed to Das Efx
As they took a mad pull, smoke blows in heaps
It's really smokey but I can still see Black Sheep
Woe! Black Sheep gets me, relights me
Room is proper, Im passed off to Shabba
Shabba's voice gets low like a tuba
he said, "Me no folllow no rumor"
and passed me to Grand Puba
I wasnt burnin right so Puba got mad at me
And said who rolled this
and passed me to Kid Capri
Kid Capri said "I wont front
pass it to Redman, he knows how to roll a blunt"
Redman said no need to re-roll
and passed me to De La Soul
De La Soul took a hit and kept hittin
now they're buggin cause they passed me to Bill Clinton
Bill Clinton said I'll smoke but I won't inhale
I'll only hit it twice
he got slapped by Greg Nice
Now I fell on the floor, Greg Nice picked me up
I'm a blunt being smoked and I can't wake up

Chorus

Verse
Get me out of this, somebody wake me up
I'm still on fire and Im still being smoked up
half my body is gone, now they're coming to my head
now my head is being pinched by Ted-D-Ted
A crazy nightmare i got to go
I got to wake up and Im passed off to Yo-Yo
Yo-Yo gets respect as a lady
She didnt smoke
She passed me off to Showbiz and A.G.
A.G. said respect due see
he got one big pull and passed me to Smooth B.
Smooth B. although he's talking to Ted-D
took a hit and passed me to Fab 5 Freddy
Freddy said Yo! There's nothing left Pop
Looked at me in my face and passed me to Chubb Rock
Chubb Rock said "Yo Freddy chill!
If you ever catch me smoking, just kick me in the grill"
Im in the mouth yo! I cant wake up
Yo! Im a blunt getting smoked and I can't wake up





.....and i know beacause of krs-one, yeah!

Yo, I was smoking weed the other day
Word, just lightin up n feeling okay
when along come my sister and she's got a big blister
and she brought her game of Twister
and a little friend named Misty
Yo, yeah, yo, yah, yo, what up my lil sister

no mention of sy with cypress hill yet?

.......

Sugar come back, Get me high
Sugar come back, Get me high

Look who's back on the program
Hookin' up another fly joint
When I flow on the slow jam.
When I shift I kick to go
Like a fat drunk and I light up a fat spliff
Take a wiff
Can you smell that in the air?
When the smoke come out the building from every where
Shit I still get down
So just sit down
When my thoughts stops crawling
Time to sit down
With yet I go wrong
You got to hit my bong
Later on then I'll be getting high all alone
You got a friend named Mary Jane
And she make me feel stange
Now I've got to call out her name

I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high
I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high

Can I call Marijuanna
If you wanna party
While shit I'm gonna as soon as she comes out
Round to my neighberhood
Damm and she always smells good
Let me make this understood
Are you expirienced
Have you ever been experienced
Not for the life, make you delerious
Why is the room spinnin'
I can't stop now
I must have been drinking
'Cause this ain't pot
That's doing me like this
I feel ill now I'm calling out to Mary
Cause I just can't deal

I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high
I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high

"I Love You Mary Jane" certainly isn't "proper" hip-hop, although I guess you could call it "trip-hop."

This is not hip-hop:

Harry Rag
Ah, Tom is young and Tom is bold
Tom is as bold as the knights of old
But whenever he gets in a bit of a jam
There's nothing he won't do to get a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And he curses himself for the life he's led
And rolls himself a harry rag and puts himself to bed

Ah, Tom's old ma is a dying lass
Soon they all reckon shell be pushing up the grass
And her bones might ache and her skin might sag
But still she's got the strength to have a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And she curses herself for the life she's led
And rolls herself a harry rag and puts herself to bed

Ah, bless you tax man, bless you all
You may take some but you never take it all
But if I give it all, I wont feel sad
As long as I got enough to buy a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And I curse myself for the life I've led
And roll myself a harry rag and put myself to bed

Ah, the smart young ladies of the land
Can't relax without a harry in their hand
And they light one and they boast and brag
So content because they got a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And they'll light one and they'll boast and brag
So content because they got a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
I'll do anything just to get a harry rag
And I curse myself for the life I've led
And roll myself a harry rag and put myself to bed

appears on "Something Else By The Kinks"

REDMAN


(Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww SHIT!!)

Check it out
Yo, 1992 begins the new wave for the blunt rollers
You know what I'm sayin'?
The saga of the philly blunt continues
The flava's the P-Funk y'all, get wit it
Check it out...

(Verse 1)

Check out a new type of gimmick which is splendid
Since you're down with other shit, let's see if you're down with this
It's about..strictly trying to roll a blunt
When you get the hang of it, you'll catch more blunts than Archie Bunk
First of all you get a fat bag of ism
From uptown, any local store sells the shit friend
Purchase a philly, not the city of Philly
Silly punk, I'm talking 'bout the shit called the Philly blunt
Lick the blunt and then the Philly blunt middle you split
Don't have a razor blade, use ya fuckin fingertips
Crack the bag and then you pour the whole bag in
Spread the ism around until the ism reach each end
Take your finger and your thumb from tip to tip
Roll it in a motion then the top piece you lick
Seal it, dry it wit ya lighter if ya gotta
The results, mmmmmmmm....proper

(chorus)
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
Let's all roll a blunt
..and get fucked up (yea)
(repeats again)

(Verse 2)

The second paragraph might makes you laugh
When a brotha rolls a blunt and his breath smells like gr-ass
That's when you know you gotta take the blunt from him
Cuz his breath has the dragon in the dungeon
(yo, yo, yo, light the blunt. uh yo, here's the lighter..)
I would if this shit would stop drippin' wit saliva
And if you gonna lick it, don't drown it with ya spit, shit
I dunno what dick or last puss you licked quick
And how 'bout the non-blunt rollin' females
That always fucks it up 'cuz they don't wanna break their Lee nails
(hee hee hee hee hee, sorry Red for spilling it..)
You better pickup every seed of it
Because I paid 10 bills for the get ill..
And for spilling it you better get lost or get grilled
Bo know everything from sports to other stuff
But I bet you Bo dunno know to roll a blunt.

(chorus)

(hey nigga pass the gotdamn blunt. shit! what you holding it all day for?
Sit yo big ass down...)

(bridge)
Yo, yo, check this out
I want all the real niggas out there and the females too
If you got a fat blunt in ya mouth and you feeling high as hell
I want y'all to repeat after me, check it out
I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up..)
I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up...)
I'm high as hell (I'm high as hell..)
I'm high as hell (I'm high as hell) Yea.

(Verse 3)
Last but not least, Redman would like to say peace
To all the blunt rollers from the Tri-State to the Middle East
And gimme a blunt when I kick the bucket
Devil or no devil when I am the wrong to be fucked with
So everybody put they blunt up in the air
Take a puff, blow the smoke out like ya just don't care
So..(pump up the volume) ..so it's heard thru the next block
I'm out, peace to Red Foxx, I'm off to the cess spot..

(outro)

(yea, DJ Twinz in the house)
Yea, Redman's in the house
Yo, peace to Pack Pistol Posse, the 4,5,6
Yo, I'm out, yo Reg
Turn this shit off man (yo turn that shit off..)

Not really about weed, but a good song. . .

" Tie my arm up at night between shows
Takin soda tops off of soda pops
I used to be up all night in the living room
smokin a lot of weed with the Four Tops
Makin collect calls back home to my pops
My little brother said, "Keith - you need to stop!"
I knew something was wrong
when I gave away my VHS and sold a pair of my socks
The IRS callin me, gettin on my nerve, I was warned by Redd Foxx
My girl, "Keith you seen my diamond rings in the jewelry box?"
I don't know; last night you and Chaka Khan was in here sniffin blow
I was in the room sweatin thinkin about the rent playin bingo
The landlord said the first of the month, we gotta go
Packed up my bag and met Darryl Strawberry in the mall
I told James Brown stop smokin angel dust and the pis-tal
He wanted to go up to the Olive Garden and start a resteraunt brawl
"Mary J. Blige, my son don't accept them type of phone calls"
I can't come out tonight, my Bic lighter don't light
I heard you and K-Ci in the background
I'm screamin did the cops come and break up the fight?

All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel
All the crack and the drugs.. drugs..
All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel
All the crack and the drugs..

Freebasin eighteen pounds of coke with Marvin Gaye
Put that on the table, let's parlay
with Smokey Robinson and Bootsy, lightin aluminum foil
Watch that crack pipe boil
With Richard Pryor we burned the house down gettin higher
Don't think I'm bluffin
Meet Tommy Lee Curtis, Keith Richards, Eddie Kingwards and David Ruffin
Rick James was in the kitchen lightin the flame
and Mousey's trapped with Cuba Gooding Sr.
I don't want nobody to know my name
I kept glasses on it was a damn shame
Losin weight, fallin out in big arenas
The same guy who used to deal to me
deals to Whitney and Bobby, meet Ike and Tina
Every Saturday mansions was packed, "Hey Jimmy you got the smack?"
Shut up!You don't know how to act

All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel
All the crack and the drugs.. drugs..
All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel
All the crack and the drugs..

Crystal methane.. and heroin and quaaludes..
A relapse, of your mind
Angel dust, ecstasy, sniffin coke baby..
got the best of me-heee-heeeee..
I got rits, withdrawals, my symptoms of pain
Rush me to the hosss-pi-tallll..
Oooh, ooh baby
Get this monkey off of MY MY MY BACK!
And get him off of me
Get the monkey off my BACK! Baby!
Get the monkey
And get the monkey off my back now.."

That is amazing also. One of the best songs ever written
Here's Buddah Lovaz (chopped and screwed) for all you good people to download
http://www.badongo.com/file/5378463

Madvillain America's Most Blunted Lyrics


[MF Doom]
Quas, when he really hit scar mode
Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode
Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip
Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip
Some rather baggies others like they cracks and browns
Catch a tag, roll a bag of swag in a Black'n'Mild
See twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part
The list top gold, bust before beef start
At the Stop'n'Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it
{"America's most blunted!"} Yeah, yo
Doom nominated for the best rolled L's
And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well
Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated
Some say buddha'd, some say faded
Someday pray that he will grow a foreign barn full
Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (true)
Sometimes you might need to detox
It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox
Off spite to your surprise
Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes
Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it
{"America's most blunted!"}

[Chorus]
{"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"}
{"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"}
{*"The-th-the-best, the-th-best, the-the-the, the best in your perimeter"*}
Yo I can't find that nigga Metal Face nowhere (oh alright)
{"America's most blunted!"}

[Lord Quas]
Doom! The Madvillain killin mad boom
Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room
The beat conductor smoke twenty-four/seven
Shady.. you can even ask my reverand
Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though
I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold
I spark the lah, but don't {fuck} with speed or trees with seeds
Quasimoto crew, we get keyed
The most blunted on the map
The one astro black, in the alley, with a hoodrat
Hoodrat.. when you try to react
{*belch*} Even your pops got smacked
Even your moms got cracked
Meanwhile!! While my bowl got packed
Drop X so you can have good sex (what, no)
I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank
I got the fat sack {shh} all day I'm on it
Who are we? {"America's most blunted!"}

[Outro]
{"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"}
{"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"}
{"America's most blunted!"}
Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity
from eight, to eleven times. In fact, everyone finds that they're
more creative stoned, than straight.

PHARCYDE
Pack The Pipe

[I dedicate this to buddah...this is our song dedicated to
smokin' weed, 'cause we smoke lots of mad weed all the
time...mad mad mad...so Tre, Tre since we smoke a lot of
mad weed...you got what you want coppenhagen,
give the people buddah...indoe gentlemen...a lovely yell oh
that old boy...you must love the buddah...listen man your
mother's (weed beat) is hip-hop...you gotta (scrosho
bard)...man]

trapped in the cockpit
at forty thousand feet
the sky is the limit
but we superscede
the greed for the speed is like
way beyond limits
I grab my parachute with like
forks and spoons in it
and I'm falling
I'm falling
my heart rapid rushes
death before my eyes
oh why did I trust this
my reactions are repeated
over and over and over
oh it seems like I will never be sober

[get up, pack it in...high...I love gettin' high...Im'a get high
'till I die...can I have a light my brother...where is my bud]

the pipe, the pipe
let's pack the pipe
(x4)

I look in every hip-hop magazine
it seems
that the blunts are being passed around the scenes in teams
and the (gomma) man with contraband in lesser amounts
I guess 'cause understands he has his chance passes like Fouts
but his pass is incomplete 'cause I can tell in the smell
to let the touch he pass me by
let the (left) catch hell
if I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get a skinny white bitch
I know that Fatlip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch
because the only itch I have is for the indoe or cess
so don't pass me that mess
or try to even protest
that it's adding to the flavor 'cause the old one was fine
won't you pack the pipe
and keep it movin` down the line

the pipe, the pipe
let's pack the pipe
(x4)

I got a big ol' blunt
I'm lampin' on my front porch
about to put a torch to it
then Coco said don't do it
please don't hit that shit in front of my little four year old son
she sent him inside the house meanwhile my Sheri steadily rolled one
[what are you doing (daddy)?]
after the other
then another
'cause I'm rollin' in the dough
so we rolled in the indoe
as if the kid didn't know
he's lookin' through the windoew yo while we tryin' to hide it
to make a boy grow to be ignorant and misguided
about the bud
now I have to play the part of the advisor
because the bud is just the tasty tantalizer
the bud not the beer 'cause the bud makes me wiser
[figaro]
so I said come're little man
[whatcha want old man]
and with his little hand
he grabbed the pipe
a lesson in buddah blessin'
not too young
just right
so he started blazin'
it was amazin'
my lungs are black and shriveled up like a raisin
but who am I to deny the kid a try
at nature's little way of sayin' hi?
[thank you old man]
so pack

the pipe, the pipe
let's pack the pipe
(x4)

twisting turning burning
rings of fire when I come into ya layer
say ya pay yer fare for the fee
I see
the pipe
the pipe is what I like
I'm Imani and I'm hype give me the pipe tonight
I really wanna smoke it
I really want to smoke it
[...]
I choke it
the indoe no jokin'
I'm doin' it like this

[I hope I do not get this by anybody
by anybody
by anybody
by anybody
what? uh huh uh huh

well where's Quinton, Quinton, Quinton where are you?
yo Quint, Quint come're who got a lighter?...Imani got a
lighter...ah kick somethin' on the mike]

why does your mother smoke pipe
with crack on the inside
she likes to take a bus ride with a (sherm) stick in her mouth
preachin' about
what the world's goin' on
I don' know what's up
the bitch smokes
a lotta heron
every day a hard
basehead
I don' know what to say
[where's bus (stop) we'll call you up]
let's pack the pipe

the pipe, the pipe
let's pack the pipe
(x3)

who packs the booty on the side (wipe)
I crack
I've lost track
it's a cheap fuckin' pipe

I saw ya...
[say when]
the pipe dammit!

[now it's dark inside nostril an inside nose he completed the run]

Come out to show them...
Like open the brews up, and let some of the blues blood come out to show them
Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them {*storm howls*}
come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them... {*echoes*}
{*guitar sound, coughing fit*} Music (bad weed)
Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world (to' up man)
Most cannabis consumers report it second only to snakes
And grass will change your musical habits, for the better

{*scratched: "America's most blunted!"*}
{"Soon as he start sleepin, catchin you off guard"}
{"If you'll all gather closer at the phonograph"}
Where Quas at? {"Yo!"} Doom, you got the trees?
{"America's most blunted!"}

[MF Doom]
Quas, when he really hit scar mode
Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode
Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip
Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip
Some rather baggies others like they cracks and browns
Catch a tag, roll a bag of swag in a Black'n'Mild
See twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part
The list top gold, bust before beef start
At the Stop'n'Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it
{"America's most blunted!"} Yeah, yo
Doom nominated for the best rolled L's
And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well
Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated
Some say buddha'd, some say faded
Someday pray that he will grow a foreign barn full
Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (true)
Sometimes you might need to detox
It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox
Off spite to your surprise
Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes
Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it
{"America's most blunted!"}

[Chorus]
{"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"}
{"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"}
{*"The-th-the-best, the-th-best, the-the-the, the best in your perimeter"*}
Yo I can't find that nigga Metal Face nowhere (oh alright)
{"America's most blunted!"}

[Lord Quas]
Doom! The Madvillain killin mad boom
Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room
The beat conductor smoke twenty-four/seven
Shady.. you can even ask my reverand
Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though
I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold
I spark the lah, but don't {fuck} with speed or trees with seeds
Quasimoto crew, we get keyed
The most blunted on the map
The one astro black, in the alley, with a hoodrat
Hoodrat.. when you try to react
{*belch*} Even your pops got smacked
Even your moms got cracked
Meanwhile!! While my bowl got packed
Drop X so you can have good sex (what, no)
I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank
I got the fat sack {shh} all day I'm on it
Who are we? {"America's most blunted!"}

[Outro]
{"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"}
{"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"}
{"America's most blunted!"}
Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity
from eight, to eleven times. In fact, everyone finds that they're
more creative stoned, than straight. So remember!
M-A-R-I-J-U... {*xylophone*} ... A-J-U-A-N-A {*xylophone*}
Mari-ah.. {*xylo*} ..juana {*xylo*} Mari-whana {*xylo*}
{*laughter*}
also:
herb got my wig fried like a bad perm
what the blod....clot
we smoke pot
and blow spots

um...... didn't i just post that one? DOOM is the shit though huh? :)

gza - pass the bone

No stems no seeds that you don't need
Acupulco Gold is *inhales* *deep voice* BAD ASS WEED

Intro: Genius, Rakeem

Yo this is the Gka-gka-Genius
and I got the brotha Prince Rakeem on the side
You know we got the sess bones in the house
And yo God I'ma pass you the bone

Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone, so I can rule the micraphone

Verse One: Prince Rakeem

Rakeem is feelin lovely, word a pocket full of dough
A little drunk, reaction's mad slow
Thinkin, should I go to the club scene
And do what? And bag a rub-a-dub queen
Another thing, beyond the cream, I wanted to get ripped
Put my lips on a blunt tip
It's been two weeks, since I last sparked it
Went down to the club floors
Five dollar fee, plus ID
But a brother like me, gassed his way in for free
Word, took a bar seat
Got a tall glass, of sex on the beach
Turned to my left, saw this girl she was slammin sir
Oooh, what ya do kid? I examined her
Pushed up, I tried to bag her, for her name
What happened? I didn't have the game
Overwhelmed, by a scent in the air
Could it be? Yes, yeah, a potent bag of sess there
It was Raekwon and Loud Jerome
They had a bone, you mean a blunt? A palmetto
I said pass the bone, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
They passed it, took one pull I was blasted
Felt kind of stimulated, fan-tastic
We approached the weak cypher
Did you surprise her? I tranquilized her
Bagged her, for her name and address
Slid to her rest, acheived mad success
But did you bone her? Did I bone her?
Did I bone her; you shoulda heard her moan

Pass the bone, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Yo Genius, flip the micraphone

Verse Two: Genius

Yo, pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Pass the bone so I control the micraphone

Yo check it
Outside a nightclub what? We shine some young bloods
Drinkin forties right down to the suds
Ready to flow inside and rip the mic phone
Hmm, and all I needed was a sess bone
And guess who come down the block stumbling drunk
Ason, with two bags of skunk
Pull out the blunt put the weed inside
Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied
Inhale, but not pertaining to cough
Exhale, you know like two pulls and off
Stimulated kind of toxie
Seen a girl who was foxy, yo but she needed
OxyWash, oh my gosh, yo not to disrespect
But back to the subject
The brothers rolled up on the scene that I had known
Smelled the skunk and said "Yo pass the bone!"
I said, "Lounge G" there's not enough to pass around
So go get a bag from Uptown
I gave a pound to the brothers who was sweatin
What about the Wisdoms? Yo they was stressin me
"Hey Genius, Genius, when ya Come Do Me
Step to me, you know screw me"
Just another red bone, that I had bagged in the red zone
And took home to get my head flown
Forget about the weak cypher, so I slid to the back
Leavin tracks of smoke stacks
that originated from the sess crops
Give me the mic and watch me get props

Pass the bone, yo, kid pass the bone
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone (6X)
Pass the bone, so I control the microphone

yeah sorry, i totally missed ur post.

so i got another one:

"i got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash"


or:

Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk

I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk

Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk

The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk

lol, i love that song! RIP ODB!

shit! this reminds me of being a kid and listening to e. 1999 eternal chopped and screwed on screw tapes waaaay before it left the texas/west louisiana area.

thanks!