Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Marley & Me , by - June SummersRelease date: 07.11.1999
Song language: English
Marley & Me |
| All my smokers get high with me, just Marley & me |
| If you smoking on the Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!) |
| And smoke and ride with me |
| Now salute (Yeah) |
| While you puff 'til your eyes get low |
| Now salute (Ooh) (Riiiight) |
| To all my potheads around the world |
| I roll up something; |
| nah, I don’t fuck with the drink |
| Would have wrote this verse down, but I’m too high to think |
| Pupils is pink |
| Like my nigga Spitta, I’m too fly to sink, Devin, light the stink |
| Let’s go; |
| I’ll smoke a zone playing P3 |
| My nigga Shiest got that E.T., got a nigga sleepy |
| Yeah, I used to coast down posts |
| Lookin' real nonchalant, then sail off the autobahn |
| You go to coppin', only ordered one! |
| I go to coppin', and they throw me some |
| It’s like that! |
| This for my piss-test failures who won’t leave it alone |
| Shoutout to Ricky Williams and Pacman Jones, c’mon! |
| All my smokers get high with me, just Marley & me |
| If you smoking on the Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!) |
| And smoke and ride with me |
| Now salute (Yeah) |
| While you puff 'til your eyes get low |
| Now salute (Ooh) |
| To all my potheads around the world |
| Even before I get my pad and my pen |
| I must have my weed, I grab my bag, then dig in |
| Mix my shit together so that it’s all different kinds of flavors |
| They think I’m baking pies to distribute to the neighbors |
| But no; |
| I’m smoking weed, that tastes like… |
| … Kinda cake-like |
| Bud is getting better, but the price is starting |
| To skyrocket, so I said, «Fuck it,» bought an Aerogarden |
| So I can get high, smoke big, and break even |
| No longer have to wait for harvest season |
| And it’s for strictly smoking, why do I have to push? |
| Sitting back with a fat sack of pineapple kush |
| I wish a motherfucker would try to take my weed |
| So I take it and I stash the shit, so no one can see |
| Then I make it safely, grab a brew to equalize it |
| Every day I’m smoking weed, I’m hoping soon they’ll legalize it |
| All my smokers get high with me, just Marley & me |
| If you smoking on the Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!) |
| And smoke and ride with me |
| Now salute (Yeah) |
| While you puff 'til your eyes get low |
| Now salute (Ooh) |
| To all my potheads around the world |
| The bud brownies that I ate just kicking in… |
| I got my Jordan Number Eights, black, aqua, and grape |
| These niggas tryna duplicate the Pilot DNA |
| Copycats see the big dog comin' and run away |
| Bitches fall through at the crib and can’t get up, they want to stay |
| I got your old lady in my '80 AZ-28 |
| Haze got her dazed, she’s stuck, she don’t know what to say |
| I have the best week ever every seven days |
| In the magazine pictures, so high I might fly off the page |
| Rap, smoke, fly, drive; |
| do it all with grace |
| For the Kush, I got a jones like Grace |
| I call my house first, cause first is my place, yeah |
| All my smokers get high with me, just Marley & me |
| If you smoking on the Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!) |
| And smoke and ride with me |
| Now salute (Yeah) |
| While you puff 'til your eyes get low |
| Now salute (Ooh) (Yeah) |
| To all my potheads around the world |
| Smoke fills the room, as soon as I put my two boat shoes in |
| Then I’m floating in… slow motion |
| Know my M.O., always roll with homegrown, same color as Leno |
| It’s Widow white, yeah, my eyes lower than pebbles |
| Get in the zone, you know I flow in it forever |
| There’s never no effort, forget it, the memory’s been severed |
| Why take the shaky shit when I can give it to you fresher? |
| Yessir, that’s Asher, chillin' in a sweatshirt |
| Smoking on some shit that they be giving to the lepers |
| Nevertheless, I’m an open-mind accepter |
| Respecter of the cess, yes, collector of the best herb |
| I smoke weed, no need to give a lecture |
| Still can’t believe it’s illegal, for the record |
| The way I see it, it makes me think better |
| Sink in deep, and makes me think that I’ll |
| Release the feet beneath of me and let the weed just speak to me |
| Hear it in the beat, I see it leakin' from the frequency |
| And frequently, a freak like me figures out the secrecy |
| Feels the need to plant the seed in each and every human being |
| Cocaine and E will only take away your decency |
| Caffeine and nicotine secretly can weaken me |
| Can’t you see the key ingredient? |
| It be the THC |
| That sativa’s all you need… |
| All my smokers get high with me, just Marley & me |
| If you smoking on the Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!) |
| And smoke and ride with me |
| Now salute (Yeah) |
| While you puff 'til your eyes get low |
| Now salute (Ooh) |
| To all my potheads around the world |