Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Left My Weed, artist - Snoop Dogg.
Date of issue: 19.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Left My Weed |
Hey Bro who got smoke? |
Swisher sweet, backwood, fronto, sky zone |
Pure hemp what I roll |
And a nigga need one pronto, I’m on |
High as a kite tho, Og seasoned cilantro I blow |
I think I left my wallet and lighter in El Segundo |
I can’t believe it, believe it |
I do this shit every time (every time), damn |
Get so very high and forget |
What I needed, I needed |
Did one of y’all see if I, damn |
Searching like CSI, yeah |
Cause I fucked around and left my weed |
I fucked around and left my weed |
I gotta go and get my weed |
Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah |
Oh Yeah |
Yeah, pull up to front, party going live |
Everybody happy when the Dogg arrive |
Boss in the building, party with a real one |
Pocket full of racks, still number one bonafide |
Show you right, post up with a few bottles, a few models |
Make a toast to the boss life, I do the honors |
I make the hits to make the deals to make the dollars |
And I smoke to that |
Reaching in my Louie bag |
Tryna find that King Louie stash |
Yeah I’m bout to do em bad |
Baby wanna take a flick |
I’m like «Cool make it quick cause I still can’t find my shit» |
Reach a little deeper, now I’m mad |
No weed in the party, all bad |
I’m in the parking lot, heading to the whip |
Cause now this party ain’t shit |
I Can’t believe it, believe it |
I do this shit every time, damn |
Get so very high and forget |
What I needed, I needed |
Did one of ya’ll see if I, damn |
Searching like CSI, yeah |
Cause I fucked around and left my weed |
I fucked around and left my weed |
I gotta go and get my weed |
Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah |
Oh Yeah |
All shit I did it again |
Nigga moving too quick, tryna get with my friends |
To get fucked up, I coffee cups and the brewskis |
But hold up, I noticed I’m missing my ooo wees |
Like Snoop D, I need at least 2 sweets to soothe me |
Blunt wraps, swishers and loose leafs |
Now I got to go back to the crib |
Try to sneak in, hope my gal don’t shoot me |
Thinking I’m lying, trying to have a good time |
Barbecue, music, and good vibes |
Wonder should I, make a call to come thru with an Ounce |
When Damn I got two at the house |
Now I got to make a decision |
Should I hit the back door with precision? |
Or maybe I should bum from my coffee brothers |
They be gotting Red Dead Redemption vision |
I Can’t believe it, believe it |
I do this shit every time, damn |
Get so very high and forget |
What I needed, I needed |
Did one of ya’ll see if I, damn |
Searching like CSI, yeah |
Cause I fucked around and left my weed |
I fucked around and left my weed |
I gotta go and get my weed |
Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah |
Oh Yeah |
Hey Bro who got smoke? |
Swisher sweet, backwood, fronto, sky zone |
Pure hemp what I roll |
And a nigga need one pronto, I’m on |