| If it ain’t green it ain’t us, your parents hate us
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| Because we smell like cannabis and remind 'em of the incubus
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| Another freek of the night
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| With excessable roach clips, bongs and weed pipes
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| We comin wit the straight 28, a full oz
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| Only fuckin wit the weed you can keep the nose bleed
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| Mash on you haters, actin' like you know me?
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| Twiztid motherfucker, what you got on my trees?
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| I smoke it down to the ash
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| Burning lips and finger tips
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| On for helly shit and take no bullet and passin' it
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| Right to the ashtray where it belongs
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| From the bag to the J to the tray to the bong
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| Smoke alotta weed, cloud nine
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| Space flying, people try to front like I don’t
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| But I can see inside 'em
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| Put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session
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| And I’mma smoke it all up quick without question
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| I hope you brought the papers
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| You know I brought the trees
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| So roll another joint
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| And hand that bitch to me
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| We do this everyday
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| So come get high with me
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| No matter what they tell us this is reality
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| Eyes blue, out red — I’m lookin' faded
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| Clothes stank like bud
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| And my finger tips is always resonated
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| We burnin' ganja with the windows up
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| I got a q.p. |
| of good green rolled, ready to puff
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| We smokin' entirely to much trees for average folks
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| But I never said that I was average
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| I like to smoke mad bags of weed
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| No stems, no seeds
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| All I really want and all I really need
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| I gotta tell you bitches
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| It ain’t no smokin' for free
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| If you ain’t fuckin' with me
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| Don’t put your lips up on my muthafuckin' tree
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| Wrap your surroundings, like a zig zag
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| Light your whole block with a flame and take a big drag
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| We blaze trees on the highways, in the driveways
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| In the casket I keep an axe and a fat sack with the zig zags
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| For the 2 blunt trademark trees
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| Every studio session we gettin' sparked
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| We smoke weed everyday
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| Regardless what you say
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| And every single night with the get right
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| You need to get up and shut up with all that pride
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| And all you non smokin' niggas get the fuck outside
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| Only weed smokers up in this bitch tonight
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| Thick clouds of weed smoke, green like Kryptonite
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| I don’t drink, shoot-up, or take X
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| Only three loves in life is bud, death, and sex
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| Gimme gimme green leafs laced up with hashish
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| When your ridin' dirty, watch for police
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| Listen and learn cuz I would never steer you wrong
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| Knowledge is accumulated like resins in bongs |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bagz , by - Twiztid. Song from the album Freek Show, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп