Chuuwee, Dutch ReBelle - B.Y.O.Weed lyrics
[Chuuwee, Dutch ReBelle - B.Y.O.Weed lyrics]
Man this shit is whack as fuck
Yall niggas is always running
Off at the mouth
Talkin bout "I got trees, I got purps"
I'm calling niggas, ain't nobody got it
Can someone please
Come through with the Mary Jane
We been looking, we been searching
And ain't no one got the dank
We been calling up every nigga
Thats programmed into my pager
Will someone, anyone
Someone come through with the Mary Jane
Mary Jane
It's seven o'clock in the morning
And feeling like my brain is gone explode!
Pissed off
Pissing on everything fuck aiming
For the commode
Any other time I'm holding niggas
Saying they got the dro
When I'm low and need to cop some
Mo' niggas ain't got no phone
Hit my asian partna drop it off
He'd get the sixty bones
No response, I hit my homie
He say he was out in Long Beach
I haven't a doce of my medicine all week
All I want to do is get is
High and climbing them tall trees
Bust a couple raps and get fly
Linger with bad divas
Twist another up in they drive
Way and get mad weeded
I hit my facebook, asking who got the flavors
Seven likes and four comments
But ain't no one got the vapors
What a caper or predicament
How did I get into this
My brodee said that this party
Was off the hook
They should be lit in this, we get to this
Mother fucker, ready to do some kicking it
And just my luck it seems
Like everyone keep on mentioning
Try not to loose my temper
When I enter into waiting
Connects ain't any closer ain't
No for debating
He always got the potent plus
He proper with the flips
They claim they pushing pillows but
They barely packing zips
Now look at who I'm with
A group of herb therapist
Itch for a spliff need a
Nugget t-to carry this
Yeah you hearing this
Barely keep my eyes straight
I live crooked cause these
Birds can't fly straight so you know
I'm prolly gone tote it if it's toxic
On ya top lip, on the hush like a stock tip
Tell em cop ships and a couple H-2-O's
Granddaddy purp, tight skirt, class duo
Tell who you know
Cripple cowards tryna go for hours
Kinda aggy waiting for a hours
For a half a sour
I devour MC's in the mean time
Spitting red lights to these clowns
Till it's green time
Yall niggas is always running
Off at the mouth
Talkin bout "I got trees, I got purps"
I'm calling niggas, ain't nobody got it
Can someone please
Come through with the Mary Jane
We been looking, we been searching
And ain't no one got the dank
We been calling up every nigga
Thats programmed into my pager
Will someone, anyone
Someone come through with the Mary Jane
Mary Jane
It's seven o'clock in the morning
And feeling like my brain is gone explode!
Pissed off
Pissing on everything fuck aiming
For the commode
Any other time I'm holding niggas
Saying they got the dro
When I'm low and need to cop some
Mo' niggas ain't got no phone
Hit my asian partna drop it off
He'd get the sixty bones
No response, I hit my homie
He say he was out in Long Beach
I haven't a doce of my medicine all week
All I want to do is get is
High and climbing them tall trees
Bust a couple raps and get fly
Linger with bad divas
Twist another up in they drive
Way and get mad weeded
I hit my facebook, asking who got the flavors
Seven likes and four comments
But ain't no one got the vapors
What a caper or predicament
How did I get into this
My brodee said that this party
Was off the hook
They should be lit in this, we get to this
Mother fucker, ready to do some kicking it
And just my luck it seems
Like everyone keep on mentioning
Try not to loose my temper
When I enter into waiting
Connects ain't any closer ain't
No for debating
He always got the potent plus
He proper with the flips
They claim they pushing pillows but
They barely packing zips
Now look at who I'm with
A group of herb therapist
Itch for a spliff need a
Nugget t-to carry this
Yeah you hearing this
Barely keep my eyes straight
I live crooked cause these
Birds can't fly straight so you know
I'm prolly gone tote it if it's toxic
On ya top lip, on the hush like a stock tip
Tell em cop ships and a couple H-2-O's
Granddaddy purp, tight skirt, class duo
Tell who you know
Cripple cowards tryna go for hours
Kinda aggy waiting for a hours
For a half a sour
I devour MC's in the mean time
Spitting red lights to these clowns
Till it's green time