Twiztid - Bagz Lyrics
Mad bagz of weed (mixed up)(madrox)If it aint green it aint us, your parents hate usBecause we smell like cannabis and remind em of the incubusAnother freek of the nightWith accessible roach clips, bongs and weed pipes(monoxide)We comin wit the straight 28, a full ozOnly *****in wit the weed you can keep your nose bleedMash all you haters actin like you know meTwiztid mother*****er, what you got on my tree?(madrox)I smoke it down to the ash and burnin lips and finger tipsOn for helly shit, take a bullet and Im passin itRight into the ashtray where it belongsFrom the bag, to the j, to the tray, to the bong(monoxide)Smoke a lot of weed, cloud 9, space flyinPeople try to front on my dope but I can see inside emPut the flame on the end of the weed and start the sessionAnd ima smoke it all up quick without questionI hope you brought the papers, you know I brought the treesSo roll another joint, and hand that ***** to meWe do this everyday, so work it out with meNo matter what they tell us, this is reality(monoxide)Eyes blew out red Im lookin fadedClothes stank like bud, and my finger tips is always resinatedWe burnin ganja wit the windows upI gotta qp, a good green rolled, ready to puff(madrox)I smoke entirely to much weed for average folksBut I never said that I was average, I like to smokeMad bags of weed, no stems, no seedsAll I really want, and all I really need(monoxide)I gotta tell you *****es, it aint no smokin for freeIf you aint *****in wit meDont put your lips up on my mother*****ing treeWrap your surroundings like a zig-zagLight your block with the flame and take a big drag(madrox)We blaze trees on the highways and the drivewaysIn the casket I keep an axe in the backsackWith a zig-zag, for the two blunt trademarkTrees every studio session we gettin sparkedChorus(madrox)We smoke weed everyday, regardless what you sayAnd every single night with the get-rightYou need to get up, and shut up, with all your prideAnd all you non-smokin niggas, get the ***** outside(monoxide)Only weed smokers up in this ***** toniteThick clouds of weed smoke, green like kryptoniteI dont drink, shoot-up, or take xOnly three loves in life is bud, death and sex(madrox)Gimme gimme green leaves, laced up with hashishWhen we rotton dirty, watch for policeListen and learn, cause I would never steer you wrongKnowledge gets accumulated like resins in bongsChorus: repeat twice
