Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Bad Weed Blues lyrics

Man I hear y'all got some
Good ass weed around here
Yeah, nigga, what's happening'? I got you
How much you want? How much you got?
I got about two hundred dog
What's happening'? I got you weed though
Man this ain't no damn
Chronic! What the fuck?!

Let me tell me y'all
Iii, I got the bad weed blues
Ooh, got the bad weed blues

Last night, night, night
Was a real bad night for me
(Let me explain to y'all
What I'm talking about, man this
Shit was real fucked up for nigga though
I'm stressing) i bought a sack of weed
When I got home I seen (they cheated)
That this tree was just a big bag of seed


These niggas have gotten me for my money
I done spent a couple
Of hundred, Muthafuckers, naw
I guess I gotta chunk it as loss
But, I'm mad cause I'm puffin and I'm puffin
And I, I still ain't cough
(Man this shit is not getting me high man
I am not high) this shit too soft
I need some weed that gotta kick or punch
The shit that fucks you up
That won't hit it and quit it
Cause you'll be too lifted
After you've taken a hit from the blunt
The gobo was working me like a downer
I need to be easy, easy, easy

Let me tell me y'all
Iii, I got the bad weed blues
Ooh, got the bad weed blues

All I wanna do is smoking, and choking
But ain't nobody got no goods
So I gotta move on
I gotta find it really good
Good for my lungs yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause, I'm in need for
That sticky sticky green
And have my blunt checked
So that nigga had an attitude
Excuse if I'm rude
But that's just the way that
The weed, does you do, ooh
Throw your hands up if your weeded, uh huh
Throw your hands up if you need it, come on
I'm searching and I'm searching and
I still ain't come up
Why didn't I think of this before lil Dre
Let me hit'em on up
I hit'em up, he said he'll come right through
He got the LA, LA
I said I'll be right through
I finally got my blunt, I'm feeling so good
But, it's so hard to find a
Real goody good in my hood

Let me tell me y'all
Iii, I got the bad weed blues
Ooh, got the bad weed blues

I just got off the plane from Cali
I was smoking so good
Need to get me sac right now
Let me roll through the hood
Now I can't find Tweet, and Ken out of town
Now I'm thinking what I'mma do
When I gotta get high
And then fuck around when it
Comes to the herb, i slurge
Anything ain't gonna cut it
I just got paid with a pocket full of money
And today I ain't on
No budget searching high, low
Out of my mind I'm ready to blow
I'm feeling the stress, I'm getting depressed
Weedman don't love me no more
Nd I'm driving through the city
Feeling empty inside
Cause, I can't get high and this
Shit ain't how I ride
Stopping and hollaring at my niggas
Petty hustling and thug felon
Twice convicted thug felon
Just to see what he was selling
It was the we was in
He swore it was the bomb
I was ready to flip but I stay calm
Capping twenty in, and stay charmed
My momma never said, momma never said
They'll be days like this
I'm breaking rules but nigga, ooh
I got to blaze this shit

Let me tell me y'all
Iii, I got the bad weed blues
Ooh, got the bad weed blues

You ain't going tell me ain't no
Sticky in this whole fucking city
Where's the weedman?, when you need them
I want hollas from my niggas
All around the way (Wuz up Big Blood)
My homie Big Blood, he just
Gave me a sack today, a sack today
And ooh, even though we selling llelli
He pulled lil Bizzy to the side
He insists lil Bizzy you know my
Lil sister she does braids
My hair must be fucked up
But, it's cool though, ooh
Then lil Bizzy pulled up to the side and said
"Hey Big Blood, you got some dro?"

Let me tell me y'all
Ii just wanna tell y'all why, I
I got the bad weed blues
Cause ain't nobody got no gushy
So I'm smoking plenty gobble going crazy

Let me tell me y'all
Iii, I got the bad weed blues
Ooh, got the bad weed blues