this elevation So all my smokas it keeps me easy...easy...easy And thats Fo sheezy Let me smoke my, my marijuana And stop harassin me-ijuana I've smoked
Traduction: Magic. Smoke On.
this elevation So all my smokas it keeps me easy... easy... easy And that's Fo sheezy Let me smoke my, my marijuana And stop harassin me-ijuana I've smoked
trippin', I just wanna dip with you [Break: Baby Bash] Come on, girl, we doing the damn doo-dah Come on, girl, we doing the damn doo-dah Come on, girl
try to be free You're deep inside of me How can I forget the love Just one touch and we were on our way We were on our way And you know that I need
smoke signals guide you back home like Indians And lend the spliff and bullshit with my kinsmen The Yuengling coolin me down from the heat on the streets
keep on playin'. You know I luv em for that 1 night (1 night) I can take on 10 with my 1 pipe (1 pipe) Knock em all like a bowlin pin on sight (on sight
throwin' that thang In a smoke-filled room, filled with noise On a special night just for the boys I'll be sittin' at a table, just sippin' on a drink
was born I don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry Better have on a vest aim for the chest and
have it just have faith Just like a little kid still believin in magic It takes alot of sacrifice But through all the lonely nights on tour I need
-changing transmitting like a radio wave frequently feeling what's goin' on times are weird all this static things erratic seems like we lost the magic
we never ever do skimp I limp on stage in a huff like magic dragon on puff on the stuff of a Humbot cone then I'm stoned watch out smoke the weed that
Magic Don Juan From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten
'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people a tent siege on ranch, huddled up next to her with Hello Kitty slippers on
m give you what I got for ya, my clip loaded with 16 shots for ya, you never had a hot gun on ya waste and blood on your shoe because a nigga went and
) [8 Ball:] Boys ask me all the time Am I tired of the grind Hell naw nigga, gettin' richer That's all on my mind Twist the pine, smoke a pound Grabbin
choppers on our necks Call it cut throat We, bury powers on the set that they come from We know magic, Turn weed smoke to gun smoke We, ball first when
choppers on our necks Call it cut throat We, bury powers on the set that they come from We, no magic turn We, smoke the gun smoke We, bomb first when
