O.C. - Weed & Drinks (feat. A.G.) Lyrics
f/ A.G.* send corrections to the typist[Verse 1: A.G.]Wanna blow it? So roll it, breathe in and hold itThan you pass to whoever's the closestDo I grow it? No, believe me I'm focusedIt's O and A.G. and we drink it and smoke itI gotta have it it's a habit I don't even pass itDo you mean I'm a addict? No I just smoke a lotSon, I even stash it, one of these is magicMy P.O. actin' like I'm supposed to stopIn Amsterdam ten grams in the coffee shopIn N.Y. I get as high as them astronautsI spend enough to cop something out off the lotAnd I can tell you how strong it is if I cough or notI puff the magic dragon, I got a ounceIn every pocket, that's why my pants is staggin'I bomb out the moombay(??), smoked out my roommateAnd I should stop it but at this point is too lateLungs bleed 'cos son need that weedCan't find, if I don't puff I'ma eat that weedAnd it's with me in the clutchMy six teams get mean when I slam dunk fifty and a dutchInhale, then it hit me in the gutLet it out, slow real and it kick me in the nutsYa know me, beats is pumpin', freaks is thumpin'Grow seed, ghetto bastards gotta have itI smoke trees, I keep puffin' I'm a *****in' O.D.I taught shit and roll with paroleesKeep it movin' or you catchin' a wild lifeWe gettin' dirty no more livin' a foul lifeSince a baby, ??, sayin' that child trifeIt's A.G. and O.C. and we livin' a wild life(O.C. speakin') Wanna ***** with that weed? Go see AWanna get your liver dirty? Come see me.[Refrain](A.G.) Son, I'm twisted off the herbs but I'ma roll another blunt(O.C.) And I'm about to stray herb but I'ma pour another cupA cup of mo' (A.G.) and just a few more blunts(both) Bon Appetit y'all throw your L's and your drinks up[Verse 2: O.C.]Bars get poured out, liqs get poured outChicks get drawn out, the whole world, somehowRemy and cranberry, ?? pass it heavyTwisted to the point I can't hold a drink steadyA's puffin' his dutch and I'm off ginWith the hardest juice in my vein, it's no pain!On some high grade things, love and happinessFinesse like the Remy, red and coke in his chestWe get it liver than sippin' a screwdriver(Word Bond) The Bon Don Juan(???) is like a vulcano with lavaJack Daniel's hit you like a .38 revolverRock you straight will have your hangover tommorowTake a sip A, ***** that weedGet your liver dirty, nigga, do it for meOn the count of three I puff that TranAt the same time you hit the Remy and on(one, two, three...)(A.G.) Roll it, spark it, pass if you can't hold it(O.C.) Pour, drink it, ??? if you can't control it[Refrain]O.C. and A.G. yo we drink it and smoke it...
