Odd Squad - Smokin' Dat Weed lyrics
[Odd Squad - Smokin' Dat Weed lyrics]
Smokin that weed, feelin fine
Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime
Fuck a blunt, just roll a nice fat square
Put some fire to the end and
Put that bitch in the air
Hell, I'm glad I got my weed
It damn near took me a hour
Got a 40oz from Atco
Right across from Chateau
Went up the street a little piece
And purchased me a fat ho
Hit 610, steady checkin my weed
Separatin the buds from the stems and seeds
I got that shit to get
You higher than a rocket
Bitch, I got a sack
Put that nick' back in your pocket
And sample some of this
Inhale it up through your nose
Take another good pull and
Watch your lungs explode
(inhales that ain't no punk)
Bitch, I mix my shit together, ho
That's Red House skunk
Put that Odd Squad tape in the
Deck while I'm boomin it
Nosy neighbors lookin but, bitch
All I'm doin is
Oh yeah
We're smokin that weed and always feelin fine
We like to drink the brew and
Plus the boom's for unwind
But speakin of herb, nigga
Let's get us another sack
Let's get a fat dime, man
We go half on the zig-zags
I love the cheeba and I
Might just be an addict
I'm rollin through the hood causin
All the fuckin static a tight-eyed hoodlum
That's what your parents call me
A victim of a bastard child
My mother spoiled me
Muthafuckas say: you shouldn't do drugs
But weed is not a drug
It massages my Jugg Mugg
Besides, the shit, it really does me no harm
It's better than me havin needle
Marks in my arms
So I'mma keep puffin and slurpin on a brew
And if you don't like what I'm sayin
I roll you up and smoke you and get so high
So high that I can reach up to the ceiling
And then I'm in the mood for
Some of that sexual healing
But just remember, it's really
Not what you do, it's how you do it
Cause y'all can smoke the mo's but
All these niggas here doin is just
Yeah bitch, I smoke but ho, I don't geek
Two tight fat dimes usually last me a week
You got these fiends smokin crack with
They head goin in circles
But, I'mma smoke my weed until
My lips turn purple i take a square to work
I guess that's why I'm always late
Couple of hit's, that's all I take
Save it for my break
And after that I clock out, I get home
I get high smoke my weed and drink my brew
So that my mouth don't get dry
I get blowed, bitch, I'm not afraid to admit
Off that weed, yes indeed
Better believe I keeps the good shit
Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime
Fuck a blunt, just roll a nice fat square
Put some fire to the end and
Put that bitch in the air
Hell, I'm glad I got my weed
It damn near took me a hour
Got a 40oz from Atco
Right across from Chateau
Went up the street a little piece
And purchased me a fat ho
Hit 610, steady checkin my weed
Separatin the buds from the stems and seeds
I got that shit to get
You higher than a rocket
Bitch, I got a sack
Put that nick' back in your pocket
And sample some of this
Inhale it up through your nose
Take another good pull and
Watch your lungs explode
(inhales that ain't no punk)
Bitch, I mix my shit together, ho
That's Red House skunk
Put that Odd Squad tape in the
Deck while I'm boomin it
Nosy neighbors lookin but, bitch
All I'm doin is
Oh yeah
We're smokin that weed and always feelin fine
We like to drink the brew and
Plus the boom's for unwind
But speakin of herb, nigga
Let's get us another sack
Let's get a fat dime, man
We go half on the zig-zags
I love the cheeba and I
Might just be an addict
I'm rollin through the hood causin
All the fuckin static a tight-eyed hoodlum
That's what your parents call me
A victim of a bastard child
My mother spoiled me
Muthafuckas say: you shouldn't do drugs
But weed is not a drug
It massages my Jugg Mugg
Besides, the shit, it really does me no harm
It's better than me havin needle
Marks in my arms
So I'mma keep puffin and slurpin on a brew
And if you don't like what I'm sayin
I roll you up and smoke you and get so high
So high that I can reach up to the ceiling
And then I'm in the mood for
Some of that sexual healing
But just remember, it's really
Not what you do, it's how you do it
Cause y'all can smoke the mo's but
All these niggas here doin is just
Yeah bitch, I smoke but ho, I don't geek
Two tight fat dimes usually last me a week
You got these fiends smokin crack with
They head goin in circles
But, I'mma smoke my weed until
My lips turn purple i take a square to work
I guess that's why I'm always late
Couple of hit's, that's all I take
Save it for my break
And after that I clock out, I get home
I get high smoke my weed and drink my brew
So that my mouth don't get dry
I get blowed, bitch, I'm not afraid to admit
Off that weed, yes indeed
Better believe I keeps the good shit