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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - The Weed Song [720p]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone
Vocals
Flesh-n-Bone
Flesh-n-Bone
Vocals
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone
Vocals
Layzie Bone
Layzie Bone
Vocals
Wish Bone
Wish Bone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Henderson
Anthony Henderson
Lyrics
Bryon Anthony McCane II
Bryon Anthony McCane II
Lyrics
Charles Scruggs
Charles Scruggs
Lyrics
S.Howse
S.Howse
Lyrics
Stanley Howse
Stanley Howse
Lyrics
Tim Middleton
Tim Middleton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D.J. U-Neek
D.J. U-Neek
Producer
Aaron Conner
Aaron Conner
Mixing Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Douglas Taylor
Douglas Taylor
Assistant Engineer
Jeff Moses
Jeff Moses
Assistant Engineer
John Bregman
John Bregman
Recording Engineer
Rob Worthington
Rob Worthington
Assistant Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Take me Higher, higher, baby Can you feel it? (Feel it, feel it, feel it) Do you feel the same weed high that I feel? 'Cause I'm so high (reefer makes you feel that way) And I'm feeling so right Roll (roll), let's smoke, I got to get high I been high since the last song (off that la, la, la, la, la, la, la) And I just been smokin' and smokin' Smoke another blunt, roll another up You know that weed can really ease your mind Every time I smoke good reefer that endo high makes me fly If everybody smoked a blunt, relieve the mind, the world could Be a better place If everybody took a break and we all just got wasted Toked out (out, out out), smoked out (out, out, out) Choked out (out, out, out), pull another O (out, out, out) Let's get P-O-D-ded (P-O-D-ded, P-O-D-ded) The weed can't get no better (no better, baby) 20 dollar hollars all day, every day Come around my way, you gon' want to stay Weed makes me hungry, happy, and all I can say Sure I need some more Don't make we wait, stay awake, fake sleep Got the weed between the sheets, catch me Mary J. blessed me Open up the dime, stimulate your mind, slide my thumb up the blunt Open up and what you'll find in there (you don't really want) I never been in High Times (never been in High Times) I never been in High Times But can you tell me that I've been so high all my life Am I high enough (am I high enough) Am I high enough (am I high enough) I remember being a little thug Weed, really didn't know what it was Then I took a puff and I realized I should always, stay high The weed (the weed), makes me feel alright (alright) If you feel like I feel, I got half on yo' dime If you got weed smoke it I'm a real weed smoker If it's mine then I would Since its yours you could, you should If I ain't there when you blaze a blunt nigga Huh, please think of me 'Cause you know I nigga like to get high (high) High and free Smokin' all night, feelin' alright Bone Thugs get high, so high High, high, all night, high, high So high Oh my, oh my, oh my Oh, my-my-my-my I know you wonder why I do it Love the sky and I soar up so high This mornin' I woke in my bed Bangin' and ringin' inside my head I wanted to make love to you, baby But last night I got P-O-Ded instead So please don't go away, that's all I got to say Is I gotta have you Mary J Such a heavenly feelin' I get When I'm taking fat ass blunts to the brain Oh, darlin,' I'm goin insane, and I really wish we can Kick it at home in America, like it was on in Amsterdam You heard enough, you heard it all, nothin' but a, a really thug nigga Nothin' less than a killa, I'm out in front makin' my scrilla And I'm happy to know, the slide is the ball, and kick as strong as me You rippin' the bong like me, can't hit it as long as me And when I need to free my mind I can find, satisfaction in a bag of weed Everything I need, leave it to the trees It can make me feel better And every day I wake, niggas rollin' up blunts And mo blunts, and mo blunts And I keep a case of Swisher Sweets in the trunk So when I'm rollin', smokin', chokin', just floatin' Through the city in my drop-top Glock cocked, rollin', just rollin' Me and Mary Jane It's my world, it's my thang The way she penetrates my brain Buddha, done blessed me with game Good game, you wanna chop it up We can kick it, smoke a fatty to the dome Nigga lay high, thugged out Smokin' all night, long The weed can't get no better (no better, baby) The weed can't get no better (no better, baby) The weed can't get no better (no better, baby)
Writer(s): Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse, Stanley Howse, Tim Middleton, Bryon Anthony Mccane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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