Weed Song Lyrics - Bizzy Bone

[Bizzy Bone] 

You know we gotta have a weed song! 

ooh 

well they always got a weed song, luv it when my families high/ 

i know a few of you got issues 'cause evils been out to get you/ 

keep the family tight/ 

light up the reefah for a stay over, family ties/ 

when i die we gon make some dolla dollas/ 

well enough to holla holla/ 

been smokin marijuana wit my bitchez/ 

smokin marijuana wita my mama mama/ 

livin off cleveland ??? for life/ 

livin off weed and vibes/ 

Straight ??? niggas/ 

wit seasoned and stress givin em chop ya ???/ 

Hey, Dont put it on me dont put it on me, look at me, im high/ 

i got some money i can let the shit dry/ 

if its sticky then its sticky oooh i/ 

sore eyes, she gets me let me see it up under the bar/ 

[Chorus] 

Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too. 

its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do. 

Get Money!, and spread it all amongst my crew. 

oooooooooh 

Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too. 

its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do. 

Get Money!, Get Money!, Get Money! 

Get Money!, Get Money! 

[Prince Rasu] 

Scavangers watch me all times, when i wont feel like a million bucks/ 

they say ??? fuck wit me, i tie ya children up/ 

Reguardless of courtcases and they charges/ 

im bumpin off hennessey nautious, ridin shotty in hot impalas/ 

rock a jersey, dippin like a derby, gets up ya style/ 

freak ill black em out laced wit the flame james brown/ 

sippin on cuppacino, like carlito and gambino/ 

schemin on a freedo big chips to whip benzino/ 

challenge i say no, obstacles gon have to get hurtled/ 

baby im out to collar for dollaz, niggaz i hurt you/ 

wont reimburse you, except wit shots that'll hurt you/ 

Glocks that'll murk you, shoulda never crept after curfew/ 

im untouchable, similar to scarface/ 

street verse of pacino be in yo kilos like star space/ 

enterprise on a mission to go, where no man has gone b'fo'/ 

wit clean getaways to mexico/ 

plush rides, cuban carrots i gota find/ 

life is a gamble, roll the dice, they never lie/ 

my niggaz high, splittin vegas smokin incredible/ 

sweakin like earl manigo baby its understandable/ 

im droppin techs, fresh out the joint and still on a short chain/ 

nigga when im off ima purchase a pound n blow my brain/ 

[Capo Confuscious] 

Addicted Pothead, consumin pounds of sticky, pass it around/ 

have the entire crowd lifted like cheech and chong/ 

up in smoke, blown away, gazin trippin off shroomies/ 

hallucinatin amongst ??? settle for goofy ass/ 

ever since then drug substance straight blaze the weed/ 

contemplate money schemes, currency value increase/ 

gorillas get sorted when they see a brother flossin his brand new lexo land cruiser/ 

and they still leasin a 2 door honda accord (oh lord)/ 

resident neighbours scared, terrorise the suburbs/ 

freaky parties in til 5 o clock in the mornin, early crack of dawn/ 

kick every bitch out my house, say pussy come pussy go/ 

spend quality time, faithful to mary jane/ 

lifted always stay high/ 

soon as my chronic supply run low/ 

back to the weed spot purchase sum mo, lets go/ 

[Chorus] 

Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too. 

its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do. 

Get Money!, and spread it all amongst my crew. 

oooooooooh 

Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too. 

its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do. 

Get Money!, Get Money!, Get Money! 

Get Money!, Get Money!