Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come along and take a hit from the bong put the blunt down just for a second... keep the lyrics goin!
And I have to say it now Its been a good life all in all Its really fine To have a chance to hang around And lie there by the fire And watch the evening tire While all my friends and my old lady Sit and pass the pipe around
lol i meant to continue the lyrics to hits from the bong... but thats cool too... post lyrics from ur favorite songs or wahtever
don't get me wrong it's not a new method inhale, exhale just got an ounce in the mail I like a blunt or a big fat cone but my double-barrel bong is gettin me stoned
I'm skill it, There's water inside don't spill it, It smells like shit on the carpet, Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit, Of the skunky funky smelly green shit, Sing my song, puff all night long, As I take Hits from the bong...
Smoke that bowl Hit the bong and then take that finger off of that hole plug it, unplug it don't strain I love you Mary Jane
She never complain, when I hit mary, with that flame I light up the cherry, She's so good to me When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen Everyone in this thread's such a stoner.
This is the stoner's lounge, afterall They call me Lord Imfamous But you can call me Scarecrow I need me some redhair Chicken or some indo And I need a couple of quarters of somethin So I can get full We smokin the ink We get blowed off the ink We get fukt up we're takin them hard pulls You'll get a whiff When you sniff Up in the air We smoke bud anywhere Yeah bitch we don't care Cuz when we get the urge To fire up some chronic mane A nigga must campaign Clouds up in the brain Ooh that cheeba got me hyper Me so hype dogg Blowin so much bud We be cheefin ganja out the bong This shit is burnin too quick Fuck these little junts Lets stroll to the store And get some cigars Roll some Philly blunts Damn fool Ain't shit in the sack but some fuckin shake I need some more pure And I just can't fuckin wait back Let's go where the bud at Let's go where the bud at Let's go where the bud at mane.
haha lol i love hits from the bong, i only ever listen to it nowadays if im actually hitting a bong, its just too special!
Chillin on the weekend I'm at the red light Roll a coupla blunts up I need to get my mind right My dawg had a bag of blow But I ain't with that shit lil bro It's just the idea I can't have nothin goin up my nose Swang by the liquor store Get a half pint of gin Take a coupla swigs Then I gotta pass it to a friend Stay high Everyday Do this on a daily basis Tell me stop doin drugs I'll give yo ass a crazy face Had a job but I got fired I'm like "What's next?" Supervisor got results back From my drug test I was high when I wrote this song I know that don't surprise For fun I like to smoke weed And kick it with the guys Keep redness in my eyes Got a blunt up to my lip 4 bars got me spinnin Mind gone on a trip So that's it, I gonna dip I'm for real, I an't chokin Take a swallow out my beer I'm on the next thang smokin
Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep First I hit the sweetleaf, and then I have nice dreams When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake My clock stopped at Four-twenty, what you want me to say I stay blazed all day, no matter where Im creepin Hot boxin on your block, and at the spot on the weekends Youll see smoke risin, Just who could it be Its my rhyme and crime partner, D. dash L. O. C.
I love dope Dope loves me I'm high til I D-I-E With a big bag of bud And a bag of tootie-toot I know that you get high too As I chief Upon a leaf A swisher sweet The B-U-D I be On that B-L-U-N-T I brew a cup of shrooms And break down a B-A-G Purple kush Pretty bush Cheech and Chong and me I'm the Scarecrow I'm in a field protecting acres Smoking on a bong Or swisher leaves And even papers
Oh what the hell I'll have a go too: Lips to the mouthpiece Herbsmoke fillin up the chamber That's how I smoke trees The life of a stoner Welcome to the stoner show Good times and grass aplenty Ain't nowhere I'd rather go I've got my glass piece and grams twenty I let the smoke fill the void in my lungs 'fore I get transported to stoner world It's where I chill, and the night's still young I still got two giant bags thats makin my stoner toes curl (...) It's the herb in me talkin, I gots to oblige so I lower my hand into the bag well low Jab my fingers around as if they was a plough And pull out some nugs, now I'm set to go Pack it in a bowl, pack it in a joint Pack it in a motherfuckin apple if you like When stoners wanna blaze up I'm the man to holla I'm a new type of person, they call me green colla lol See how my grammar gets progressively worse.. effects of trying to think like a rapper
