Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoker's Paradise, artist - Spanish FlyDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Smoker's Paradise |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Wouldn’t you like to go with me on a peaceful journey? |
| Stricken, just smokin’with ya family |
| Get away from your 9−5 |
| Stressed out, burned out, leave all your troubles behind |
| Paying no mind |
| Come roll |
| With me Take a hit |
| Indo, mary jane, get rid of the pain |
| Life be real like Cheech &Chong, come on, just hit the bong |
| So pass the douchie to the left hand side |
| Inhale, exhale, make you feel alright |
| I got ya feeling free and hairy, like Bob Marley |
| Spanish groove, Latin yesca, that’s who we be And after P3 |
| We’re at the Deuce Three |
| E-Dubb, Khool-Aid, Knoc-turn'al and all the homies |
| Motivated to get intoxicated, wasted, faded |
| Inflated, so meditated, now my pain’s all leviated |
| So here’s a toast, from me to you |
| Smoke it up, drink it up, whatever you wanna do, oooh |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Sit back, relax and enjoy ya high |
| We tell ya ways of a N-Y-D, from killa Cali, Spanish F.L.Y |
| Got ya lifted |
| Y-O-U up high, floatin’through the sky |
| Don’t trip |
| It’s a Friday high night |
| With some |
| Bomb, chron’in the |
| G bong |
| I don’t smoke everyday, but every other day in song |
| Forget about your troubles, ain’t nobody burstin’bubbles |
| Everybody forms a huddle when we smokin’on that trouble |
| Come on, let’s all, let’s ride, get high |
| To the limit |
| Take a trip and step into my mind |
| Picture this |
| Then I pass it to the right of me Frisky, giving up the ass to get high with D Drastic |
| If I ain’t got none in my system |
| I had a chance to get some pussy, but I had to viz |
| For that grassy green, indo weed |
| Put ya lips on mari and come fly with me Repeat Chorus |
| Pardon me, excuse me, while I Kiss the sky |
| Purple haze be the ticket to smoker’s paradise |
| Take a hit of the mari-j-uana, time to take flight |
| Jump on the wings on the pilot, enjoy the ride |
| Stop. |
| Now feel the effects of the high |
| Sittin’on top of the world |
| Stomp on light |
| Looking down from cloud nine, living life, watching time fly |
| T-H-C helps to stimulate the mind |
| I’m smoking a blunt |
| As I’m walking up the stairway to heaven |
| It’s all |
| Natural |
| God’s gift to man |
| A sticky-icky that we smoke from L.A. to Amsterdam |
| So let’s |
| Fire it up, take a hit, but don’t choke |
| Prepare ya, fill ya lungs of all that Harley smoke |
| Relax your mind and let your soul be free |
| Get up, stand up, come fly with me Repeat Chorus |
| Let’s get high |
| Let’s get high |
| Let’s get high |
| Let’s get high |
| Let’s get high |
| Let’s get high |
| Let’s get high |