Bone Thugs N Harmony - Weedman Lyrics
Chorus: (bizzy bone and bluelight)Keep smokin -Im the weedman, Im the weedman, Im the weedmanKeep on chokin - Im the weedman, Im the weedman;Yeah boi, wear corduroyIve gotta keep on smokin -Im the weedman, Im the weedman, Im the weedmanKeep on chokin - Im the weedman, Im the weedman;Yeah boi, wear corduroy(bizzy bone)Hey, gimme some herbs, the wordBetter hit it, we know, we know what you heardThai-da-da-da, done hit my burbHere to get it, hit it, and niggas is servedAnd lets hit the burbItll switch your nerves, and Ill get to swervinBurnin in my benz, and Im here, niggaDont you ride with me, you have to learn itClose the curtain, nigga, we searchinSearch for the blunts and stone, Im certainRunnin up, so Ill be runnin, and rappins my hobbyWhen Im smokin Im workin, and Im hurtin, hurtinReefer, reefer, reefer, yes, me p.o.d.d-ah d.d-ahPast overdose comatose, see aSee a bunch of sticky creeper, creeperRoll it up, sellin my kin folkAnd the end of the world, Ill have the indo, indoAnd you can hook it up, need no friends thoughSee, little b.b. gives no weed fees when your ends lowWe can get smokedChorus(bluelight)(hey!) about to curb serve over phat tracksBluelight has got the scoop on where the partys atSomebody said, damn, wheres the drinks?Its chillin in the middle of the kitchen sinkWe got alize, and isle iced teaA little bambazini and some hennesseyThe stuff that keeps you toe-upNow tell me are you high enough?Chorus(bizzy bone)Remember forever addicted, get it twistedIts that mystic rip and guiness, hit itSingin my business, lately, got me ready to kick itBut dig it, my high jumped high--got me thinkin, die, die, die.Twenty twin, twin, then again, no crime in a dimeWhat did I yell to my pero, straight to the bank, oh, ever so thankfulMy mayo, aiyyo, stay away or come and get split a wig, insane, ohGotta make that money, man, any and all cost, yallAny and all, all, nah, gonna get caught up, caught(bluelight)The house was so hot, I cant stand the heatIm dancin with my peoples Ive been tryin to seeThere bumpin my jam, guess who I seeComin to hype the party with some indo, tweed?We got bizzy bone, krayzieLayzie, wish and flesh, thugs-n-harmonyRighteous when I spike the punchMy peoples gonna drink it upChorusHook: (bluelight)You gotta puff, puff, give, and pass it to the left (x3)
