Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weed and a Lighter, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Date of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Weed and a Lighter |
| The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire |
| We don’t need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter |
| It ain’t a thug those that’s livin that is realer than the villain |
| Witha million still killin dealin and all for the children |
| Came out of Cleveland with Steven |
| And even my peoples was creepin |
| But now they reapin, seepin, retreatin, deletin |
| Did ya feel em give my niggas the fist and |
| Keep the pistol gripped |
| Now whistle if you need me and quick I’m there for murder and mayhem |
| Look out for lay man |
| His trigger finger itchin' to lay them |
| His trigger finger itchin' to lay them |
| Don’t run to lose your life |
| Enjoy |
| I ain’t fuckin around and makin the noise |
| But better believe I’ll get up and leave and keep my poise |
| (O yellow boy you holdin??? Hell, yeh!!!) |
| Thuggin on Brackland when I sold crack |
| And I got a mini-mack for the action |
| The murder and mashin |
| Nigga milennium fashion blastin' over trash |
| 50 thousand dollars cash |
| As fast as you can smash |
| Stabbed in the back and anxiety attacks |
| Flash through the childhood relax and |
| React it be like that nigga you know that prescribin me prozac |
| Forgive but never forget |
| Sin yeh even within the thin begin again |
| With that pretty little bitch in your click |
| Uh spittin' demonish shit |
| Hey baby you need a friend |
| And act a little bit feminine take the fatigues off |
| Fuck the club even the six it’s hellish |
| I be the one to tell it lust for the thugs |
| Who be fuckin with |
| Seven… seven…seven…seven… |
| Seven… seven…seven…seven… |
| The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire |
| We don’t need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter |
| Gather up gas masks for biological war |
| We know a whiff of the shit will make you wither fo sho' |
| Niggas in the C. O |
| We livin' in this AB World 144 thousand full of tribes |
| With the last word (SHUT UP!) |
| The book of old it got 'em thinkin that they crackin code |
| Oh no pin it computers ain’t pinnin the Millenium |
| Your future youth be the truth in the music |
| You better your soul triple stage darkness in the unsolved encore |
| Little E, B.I.G., 2Pac Shakur |
| Murdered in California |
| Need I say more |
| Killa forget it’s in Heaven’z Movie was it? |
| Lose the Lord’s covanent |
| I’m huggin it and Imma duck and trust I’m all thuggish as fuck |
| Uh what nigga bust and up by creepin on a come up |
| Eternally stressed my faces of death for the world war |
| Yes quiet on the set the shoots expired |
| The Roof is on fire… |
| We don’t need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter |
| We don’t need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter |
| Now what I want ch’all to do is I want y’all |
| Put y’all muthafuckin lighters in the air |
| Keep their bitches up there, fuck wit cho — lil' nigga… |
| The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire |
| We don’t need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter |