Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weedman, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Date of issue: 09.11.2000
Song language: English
Weedman |
| Chorus: Bizzy Bone & Bluelight |
| Keep Smokin |
| I’m the weedman, I’m the weedman, I’m the weedman Keep on chokin |
| I’m the weedman. |
| I'm the weedman; |
| yeah boi, wear corduroy |
| I’ve gotta keep on smoking |
| I’m the weedman, I’m the weedman, I’m the weedman Keep on chokin |
| I’m the weedman, I’m the weedman, yeah boi, wear corduroy |
| Hey, gimme some herbs, the word |
| Better hit it, we know, we know what you heard |
| Thai-da-da-da done hit my burb |
| Here to get it, hit it, and niggas is served |
| And a fifth of burb |
| It’ll switch your nerves, and I’ll get to swervin |
| Burnin in my Benz, and I’m here, nigga |
| Don’t you ride with me, you have to learn it |
| Close the curtain, nigga, we searchin |
| Search for the blunts and stone, I’m certain |
| Runnin up, so I’ll be runnin, and rappin’s my hobby |
| When I’m smokin I’m working, and I’m hurtin, hurtin |
| Reefer, reefer, reefer, yes, me P.O.D.d-ah D. d-ah |
| Past overdose comatose, see a |
| See a bunch of sticky creeper, creeper |
| Roll it up, sellin my kin folk |
| And the end of the world, I’ll have the indo, indo |
| And you can hook it up, need no friends though |
| See, little B. B gives no weed fees when your ends low |
| We can get smoked |
| (Hey!)About to curb serve over a phat tracks |
| Bluelight has got the scoop on where the party’s at |
| Somebody said, «Damn, where’s the drinks?» |
| Its chillin' in the middle of the kitchen sink |
| We got Alize, and Isle iced tea |
| A little Bambazini and some Hennessey |
| The stuff that keeps you toe-up |
| Now tell me are you high enough? |
| Remember forever addicted, get it twisted |
| It’s that mystic Rip and Guiness, hit it |
| Singin my business, lately, got me ready to kick it |
| But dig it, my hydro high-got me thinkin, «Die, die, die.» |
| Twenty twin, twin, then again, no crime in a dime |
| Well did llelo to payroll, straight to the bank, oh, ever so thankful |
| My mayo, aiyyo, stay away or come and get split a wig, insane, oh |
| Gotta make that money, man, any and all cost, y’all |
| Any and all, all, nah, gonna get caught up, caught |
| The house was so hot, I can’t stand the heat |
| I’m dancing with my peoples I’ve been tryin to see |
| There bumpin my jam, guess who I see |
| Comin to hype the party with some indo, tweed? |
| We got Bizzy Bone, Krayzie |
| Layzie, Wish, and Flesh, thugs-n-harmony |
| Righteous when I spike the punch |
| My people’s gonna drink it up |
| You gotta puff, puff, give, and pass it to the left |