world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life
to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that
streets and i'm fillmoe down never wantin to sleep now - bitin like a wolverine tight like a group when ya hold a beam my phylosophy baby is hold the cream then blow the weed
Drowning in my memories (official version) Drinking and smoking weed (explicit version) I hate you for doing this to me Girl i'm so I'm so in agony Never felt like this in my life
was changing for the worst, little shit made me curse. Each verse that i wrote was therapy.i couldnt cope, i'd smoke weed and flow.Escape in the agony
of the weed Destroying the harvest Of peace that we need Prejudice Shame of all nations We got to live in the same neighborhood When you take a man's life
Chorus [rustee jux] When the weather get free yo I hate the scene, drinkin seagulls V.o., novacainin my sufferin through the strugglin Easin the agony, postponin the misery Smoke some weed
world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burnt Play my position in the game of life
messed up, all I find myself doing, (Looking through my gallery, drinking and smoking weed) I hate you for doing this to me girl im sooo I?m so in agony
a little collie weed to ease I grief too much agony living in the limits of big city a little collie weed to meditate <a href="http://www.testimania
it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is
here, I done sold coke on these streets, man Hash, weed, heroin, as long as niggaz is feeling it A nigga like me can hustle it, that's my gift in life
gripin' on my nine I think I'm just the type Cuz it's about that time I'm serious as fuck Ain't nothin' really funny Smokin' on the weed Yeah, I'm thinkin
reporters Kidnap the jurors - and whack all their daughters The Montanas, Al Po's and Rich Porters Mandela time - get smacked with two quarters A life speed - fuckin' with cracks and weed
grab a seat, welcome to Smoke Fest '99 I'm glad you all could make it As you can see admission was free this Smoke Fest this year All the weed you see
he had to kill him Now his bodies in chalk and no longer can talk so then a life is lost Somebody tricked off and the killer was caught So now his lifes
my rival? Watch what you say partner, it's a small earth Don't play games with your life nigga, it's not worth all the pain (all the pain) all the agony (all the agony