Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weed & Drinks, artist - O.C.. Album song Bon Appetit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.07.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: JCOR Entertainment
Song language: English
Weed & Drinks |
Wanna blow it? |
So roll it, breathe in and hold it Than you pass to whoever’s the closest |
Do I grow it? |
No, believe me I’m focused |
It’s O and A.G. and we drink it and smoke it I gotta have it it’s a habit I don’t even pass it Do you mean I’m a addict? |
No I just smoke a lot |
Son, I even stash it, one of these is magic |
My P.O. |
actin’like I’m supposed to stop |
In Amsterdam ten grams in the coffee shop |
In N.Y. I get as high as them astronauts |
I spend enough to cop something out off the lot |
And I can tell you how strong it is if I cough or not |
I puff the magic dragon, I got a ounce |
In every pocket, that’s why my pants is staggin' |
I bomb out the moombay (??), smoked out my roommate |
And I should stop it but at this point is too late |
Lungs bleed 'cos son need that weed |
Can’t find, if I don’t puff I’ma eat that weed |
And it’s with me in the clutch |
My six teams get mean when I slam dunk fifty and a dutch |
Inhale, then it hit me in the gut |
Let it out, slow real and it kick me in the nuts |
Ya know me, beats is pumpin', freaks is thumpin' |
Grow seed, ghetto bastards gotta have it I smoke trees, I keep puffin’I’m a fuckin’O.D. |
I taught shit and roll with parolees |
Keep it movin’or you catchin’a wild life |
We gettin’dirty no more livin’a foul life |
Since a baby, ??, sayin’that child trife |
It’s A.G. and O.C. |
and we livin’a wild life |
(O.C. speakin') Wanna fuck with that weed? |
Go see A Wanna get your liver dirty? |
Come see me. |
(A.G.) Son, I’m twisted off the herbs but I’ma roll another blunt |
(O.C.) And I’m about to stray herb but I’ma pour another cup |
A cup of mo'(A.G.) and just a few more blunts |
(both) Bon Appetit y’all throw your L’s and your drinks up Bars get poured out, liqs get poured out |
Chicks get drawn out, the whole world, somehow |
Remy and cranberry, ?? |
pass it heavy |
Twisted to the point I can’t hold a drink steady |
A’s puffin’his dutch and I’m off gin |
With the hardest juice in my vein, it’s no pain! |
On some high grade things, love and happiness |
Finesse like the Remy, red and coke in his chest |
We get it liver than sippin’a screwdriver |
(Word Bond) The Bon Don Juan (???) is like a vulcano with lava |
Jack Daniel’s hit you like a .38 revolver |
Rock you straight will have your hangover tommorow |
Take a sip A, fuck that weed |
Get your liver dirty, nigga, do it for me On the count of three I puff that Tran |
At the same time you hit the Remy and on |
(one, two, three…) |
(A.G.) Roll it, spark it, pass if you can’t hold it |
(O.C.) Pour, drink it, ??? |
if you can’t control it |
O.C. |
and A.G. yo we drink it and smoke it… |