Devin The Dude - Motha lyrics
[Devin The Dude - Motha lyrics]
Boog, weed, sess, skunk, pine, k, reefer
Dank sell ya boy a plump dime
Killa, herb, grass, coffee, pot
We gotta get some mo' because this
O is all we got
Smokin' everyday I can't let go
Rollin' perfect Sweets, I mean perfecto
Neighbours they say they smell this
Shit from next do'
And they keep me outa they house
Because they know I'mma fiend
Last month I pawned 17 sewing machines
Took the money to my Mexican
Patner his names Malito
(What's up wetback? -?spanish?)
We go way back
We'd lay back in his crib and get drunk
He always keeps some sess
But see sometimes he get's skunk
And he calls me when he get it
Cus he know I'm wit it
And he tell me that's it's good but
I'll believe it when I hit it
I'll show up with a cigar and
Then he bring out this bong
And before we get high we
Start singin' this song
Love the good motha muy bien marijuana
Love the good reefa cannabis sativa
Love the good motha muy bien marijuana
Love the good reefa
Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba)
Smokin' weed really ain't nothin'
To brag about
Unless ya got friends like mine
Look at this big bag I got
Straight from Jamaica from that
Nigga Naughty Dread
He got some shit with just one hit
I bet yo' eyes get red
And he call his weed cali
Smoke it in the chalice
"Take ya shoes off boy and
Try not to be careless"
We be jammin' to the reggae
Music feelin' every note
Both of our heads boppin' while we
Eatin' curried goat and he say
"Hey mon, pass dat motherfucka dis way mon"
I'm blowed, he blowed, we high
He got pounds of weed in the other room
Knee high and my nigga ain't greedy
He gives to the needy
He put me down with weed and
I hook him up with bidis
We be trippin' off people who
Think weed makes you forget what you was
Uh shit
Niggas smokin' sweets, dimes
Ounces to quarters we pass the sess around
In chronological order
But when ain't nobody got no weed
Shit seems to be hopeless
I know an old school
Weed smoker named Cleofus
He always keep killa cus all
He do is roll jokers
It's good for his cataracts and
Help him stay focused
He say "Hi!"m and a couple of
His friends back in the game
They used to sing R &
B the shoopdey doowop thing
They had bowl cuts they eyes
Tight lookin' like Chinamen
They had to switch up and change
They name every now and then
Finally tried to be theyself but
People wouldn't accept it
Shit started gettin' strange so they say
Fuck it and left it
He said, "Boy whatever ya do just keep goin'
If weed helps ya with the
Music keep the Sweets blowin'
One day you'll get some money
You can buy me some teeth
I wanna see ya make it boy
Ya kinda remind me of me
Cus I love the reefer" Huh?
What'd you say? "Cheeba cheeba"
Pops you out aw yeah, this for the
For the OG's who used to listen to The Ojays
Shit, hell this even for the Bee Gees
Dank sell ya boy a plump dime
Killa, herb, grass, coffee, pot
We gotta get some mo' because this
O is all we got
Smokin' everyday I can't let go
Rollin' perfect Sweets, I mean perfecto
Neighbours they say they smell this
Shit from next do'
And they keep me outa they house
Because they know I'mma fiend
Last month I pawned 17 sewing machines
Took the money to my Mexican
Patner his names Malito
(What's up wetback? -?spanish?)
We go way back
We'd lay back in his crib and get drunk
He always keeps some sess
But see sometimes he get's skunk
And he calls me when he get it
Cus he know I'm wit it
And he tell me that's it's good but
I'll believe it when I hit it
I'll show up with a cigar and
Then he bring out this bong
And before we get high we
Start singin' this song
Love the good motha muy bien marijuana
Love the good reefa cannabis sativa
Love the good motha muy bien marijuana
Love the good reefa
Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba)
Smokin' weed really ain't nothin'
To brag about
Unless ya got friends like mine
Look at this big bag I got
Straight from Jamaica from that
Nigga Naughty Dread
He got some shit with just one hit
I bet yo' eyes get red
And he call his weed cali
Smoke it in the chalice
"Take ya shoes off boy and
Try not to be careless"
We be jammin' to the reggae
Music feelin' every note
Both of our heads boppin' while we
Eatin' curried goat and he say
"Hey mon, pass dat motherfucka dis way mon"
I'm blowed, he blowed, we high
He got pounds of weed in the other room
Knee high and my nigga ain't greedy
He gives to the needy
He put me down with weed and
I hook him up with bidis
We be trippin' off people who
Think weed makes you forget what you was
Uh shit
Niggas smokin' sweets, dimes
Ounces to quarters we pass the sess around
In chronological order
But when ain't nobody got no weed
Shit seems to be hopeless
I know an old school
Weed smoker named Cleofus
He always keep killa cus all
He do is roll jokers
It's good for his cataracts and
Help him stay focused
He say "Hi!"m and a couple of
His friends back in the game
They used to sing R &
B the shoopdey doowop thing
They had bowl cuts they eyes
Tight lookin' like Chinamen
They had to switch up and change
They name every now and then
Finally tried to be theyself but
People wouldn't accept it
Shit started gettin' strange so they say
Fuck it and left it
He said, "Boy whatever ya do just keep goin'
If weed helps ya with the
Music keep the Sweets blowin'
One day you'll get some money
You can buy me some teeth
I wanna see ya make it boy
Ya kinda remind me of me
Cus I love the reefer" Huh?
What'd you say? "Cheeba cheeba"
Pops you out aw yeah, this for the
For the OG's who used to listen to The Ojays
Shit, hell this even for the Bee Gees