Bagz

If it ain't green it ain't us

Your parents hate us because we smell like canibus

And remind them of the incubus

Another freak of the night

With excessable roachclips, bongs and weed pipe

We comin' with the straight 28

A full o.z, only fuckin' with the weed

You can keep the nosebleed

Bash on you haters actin' like you know me

Twiztid muthafucka what you got on my tree?

I smoke it down to the ash

Burning lips and finger tips

On for helly shit and take no bullet and passin' it

Right to the ashtray where it belongs

From the bag to the j to the drape to the bong

Smoke alotta weed, cloud nine

Space flying

People try to front like I don't

But I can see it inside them

Put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session

And I'mma smoke it all up quick without a question

I hope you brought the papers

You know I brought the trees

So roll another joint

And hand that bitch to me

We do this everyday

So come get high with me

No matter what they tell us this is reality

Eyes blue out red I'm lookin' faded

Clothes stank like bud

And my finger tips is always resonated

We burnin' ganja with the windows up

I got a q.p a good green rub ready to puff

We smokin' entirely to much trees for average folks

But I never said that I was average

I like to smoke mad bags of weed

No stems, no seeds

All I really want and all I really need

I gotta tell you bitches

It ain't no smokin' for free

If you ain't fuckin' with me

Don't put your lips up on my muthafuckin' tree

Wreck us around us, like a zig zag

Light your whole block with a flame and take a big drag

We blaze trees on the highways in the driveways

In a casket I keep an axe and a fat sack with the zig zags

With a 2 blunt trademark trees every studio session we gettin' sparked

I hope you brought the papers

You know I brought the trees

So roll another joint

And hand that bitch to me

We do this everyday

So come get high with me

No matter what they tell us is this reality?

We smoke weed everyday

Regardless what you say

And every single night with the get right

You need to get up and shut up with all that pride

And all you non smokin' niggas get the fuck outside

Only weed smokers up this bitch tonight

Thick clouds of weed smoker green like kriptonite

I don't drink, shoot up or take x

Only three loves in life is bud death and sex

Gimme gimme green leafs laced up with hashish

When your ridin' dirty, watch for police

Listen and learn cuz I would never stir you wrong

Knowledge is accumelated like resons in bongs

[Water Bong]

[x2]

I hope you brought the papers

You know I brought the trees

So roll another joint

And hand that bitch to me

We do this everyday

So come get high with me

No matter what they tell us is this reality?