2 Joints Lyrics
| Song | 2 Joints |
| Artist | South Park Mexican |
| Album | SPM: The Purity Album |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (lighting a joint) | |
| (coughs) | |
| [dum-dum) | |
| Go head maan | |
| Boy that's 5 | |
| [happy p] | |
| That's got to be | |
| [verse 1: dum-dum and happy p] | |
| [dum-dum] | |
| I hit it from worst ways | |
| After the first day | |
| I'm needin it everyday | |
| And twice on a thursday | |
| Blood thick than water | |
| In pounds better than quarters | |
| I smoking two joints | |
| While i'm knockin down yo daughter | |
| Dope house records is on fire | |
| So grab the estinguisher | |
| I smoked out in the beamer | |
| Bout to get emphezema | |
| Gun slingers rap singers | |
| With more stripe than the bengals | |
| No need for the gang sign | |
| I'm using my trigga finga | |
| [happy p] | |
| Now won't you roll one | |
| Po the four one | |
| Sometimes i'm real selfish and i'll smoke my weed with no one | |
| You know me | |
| I'm young happy p | |
| Kick back aand blow a sweet | |
| While my niggas move keys | |
| Bitch please | |
| I got g's | |
| Sippin corona with lima squeeze | |
| And platinum p's | |
| Only smoke on the fine leaves | |
| I started out | |
| Sellin five dollar tweets | |
| And now i'm elevating | |
| Sellin 5000 dollar beats | |
| [chorus: grimm] | |
| I smoke two joints when i wake up | |
| In the car i smoke two joints | |
| I smoke two joints when in play video games | |
| And every 10,000 points | |
| I smoke two joints in time of peace | |
| And two in time of war ar | |
| I smoke two joints before i smoke two joints | |
| And then i smoke two more | |
| [verse 2: spm and low-g] | |
| [spm] | |
| Maan this killer herb got me runnin over curbs | |
| And writing these raps full of misspelled words | |
| I curse on my verse snatch yo bitch like a purse | |
| Cause she like the twinkies that i slapped on my herse | |
| I take two charges it's really quite harmless | |
| The only side effect is that it makes you retarded ha ha | |
| I started in 82 | |
| In fifth grade | |
| You can say i was in high school | |
| True smoka | |
| [low-g] | |
| I got mary at an early age | |
| Con mi hermosa | |
| Maria es mi esposa | |
| Mi sanchas nina rosa | |
| Mafiosa | |
| Pero es es otra cosa | |
| My wife es elosa | |
| No yores mariposa | |
| Tan chiclosa | |
| Te triago from coasta coasta | |
| I got your corizon droppin mi bolsa | |
| Borracho de tu besos | |
| Hoja pa mis wesos | |
| Me trais pesos | |
| Con hidea pa me seso | |
| [chorus] | |
| [verse 3: diamond and grimm] | |
| [diamond] | |
| Dimaond pop the balla scene | |
| Smoke two joints where i can beam | |
| Flip the scene bizatines | |
| Sippin lean sticky green | |
| Come out fresh when it spring | |
| Steady flossin diamond rings | |
| Bustin gats with bing | |
| Catchin squares at ten | |
| Baby beeshi got the throne | |
| Happy p we fitin to roll | |
| And shut em down we livin throwed | |
| Got the keys | |
| We got the vo's | |
| Hit and run cause the scheme | |
| Rush ya head and feel my spin | |
| Since diamond came around | |
| Now she down with a team | |
| [grimm] | |
| Now i'm down with bobby brown | |
| But i love al green | |
| Keep a sweet in my mouth and anotha in my jeans | |
| Bout to blow em back to back takin two to the dome | |
| Home grown hydroponic always wanna get blown | |
| Stay stoned at home | |
| Drop a flow rock a show | |
| Got to go out the do | |
| Boppin hoe after close | |
| No hits snow switch | |
| Place a pink in my eye | |
| And i'm always down wit tryin new ways to reach for the sky | |
| [chorus] | |
| [verse 3: baby beesh and lil bing] | |
| [baby beesh] | |
| Now i be blowin when it's mo than one but less than three | |
| That's the recipe | |
| Yes indeed blowin oooey gooey a neccesity | |
| Don't question me | |
| Blowin' heavily till i'm 70 | |
| That's the remedy | |
| Feelin famous like the kennedy's | |
| From here to tennessee sippin hennesse | |
| Smokin with intensity | |
| Feel my ghetto energy | |
| Fools be sweatin me for that rush in the lebanese | |
| I be getting higher than the hills of beverly beverly | |
| [lil bing] | |
| Two joints be smellay in my cadi | |
| From the valley to cali | |
| In the alley servin patties | |
| Hastled by federales | |
| Drippin candy | |
| Sippin brandy | |
| Twenty inches look fancy | |
| On my way to the grammys | |
| Hoes droppin they panties | |
| Got a freak named sandy | |
| Makin hits like sammie | |
| I'm posted up with biscuits and chicken fried steak at grandy's | |
| Smashin off maan fo sho | |
| Got my tv's on glow | |
| Smokin two smokin four | |
| Then mo with two mo | |
| [two mo repeats till fade] |
| lighting a joint | |
| coughs | |
| dumdum | |
| Go head maan | |
| Boy that' s 5 | |
| happy p | |
| That' s got to be | |
| verse 1: dumdum and happy p | |
| dumdum | |
| I hit it from worst ways | |
| After the first day | |
| I' m needin it everyday | |
| And twice on a thursday | |
| Blood thick than water | |
| In pounds better than quarters | |
| I smoking two joints | |
| While i' m knockin down yo daughter | |
| Dope house records is on fire | |
| So grab the estinguisher | |
| I smoked out in the beamer | |
| Bout to get emphezema | |
| Gun slingers rap singers | |
| With more stripe than the bengals | |
| No need for the gang sign | |
| I' m using my trigga finga | |
| happy p | |
| Now won' t you roll one | |
| Po the four one | |
| Sometimes i' m real selfish and i' ll smoke my weed with no one | |
| You know me | |
| I' m young happy p | |
| Kick back aand blow a sweet | |
| While my niggas move keys | |
| Bitch please | |
| I got g' s | |
| Sippin corona with lima squeeze | |
| And platinum p' s | |
| Only smoke on the fine leaves | |
| I started out | |
| Sellin five dollar tweets | |
| And now i' m elevating | |
| Sellin 5000 dollar beats | |
| chorus: grimm | |
| I smoke two joints when i wake up | |
| In the car i smoke two joints | |
| I smoke two joints when in play video games | |
| And every 10, 000 points | |
| I smoke two joints in time of peace | |
| And two in time of war ar | |
| I smoke two joints before i smoke two joints | |
| And then i smoke two more | |
| verse 2: spm and lowg | |
| spm | |
| Maan this killer herb got me runnin over curbs | |
| And writing these raps full of misspelled words | |
| I curse on my verse snatch yo bitch like a purse | |
| Cause she like the twinkies that i slapped on my herse | |
| I take two charges it' s really quite harmless | |
| The only side effect is that it makes you retarded ha ha | |
| I started in 82 | |
| In fifth grade | |
| You can say i was in high school | |
| True smoka | |
| lowg | |
| I got mary at an early age | |
| Con mi hermosa | |
| Maria es mi esposa | |
| Mi sanchas nina rosa | |
| Mafiosa | |
| Pero es es otra cosa | |
| My wife es elosa | |
| No yores mariposa | |
| Tan chiclosa | |
| Te triago from coasta coasta | |
| I got your corizon droppin mi bolsa | |
| Borracho de tu besos | |
| Hoja pa mis wesos | |
| Me trais pesos | |
| Con hidea pa me seso | |
| chorus | |
| verse 3: diamond and grimm | |
| diamond | |
| Dimaond pop the balla scene | |
| Smoke two joints where i can beam | |
| Flip the scene bizatines | |
| Sippin lean sticky green | |
| Come out fresh when it spring | |
| Steady flossin diamond rings | |
| Bustin gats with bing | |
| Catchin squares at ten | |
| Baby beeshi got the throne | |
| Happy p we fitin to roll | |
| And shut em down we livin throwed | |
| Got the keys | |
| We got the vo' s | |
| Hit and run cause the scheme | |
| Rush ya head and feel my spin | |
| Since diamond came around | |
| Now she down with a team | |
| grimm | |
| Now i' m down with bobby brown | |
| But i love al green | |
| Keep a sweet in my mouth and anotha in my jeans | |
| Bout to blow em back to back takin two to the dome | |
| Home grown hydroponic always wanna get blown | |
| Stay stoned at home | |
| Drop a flow rock a show | |
| Got to go out the do | |
| Boppin hoe after close | |
| No hits snow switch | |
| Place a pink in my eye | |
| And i' m always down wit tryin new ways to reach for the sky | |
| chorus | |
| verse 3: baby beesh and lil bing | |
| baby beesh | |
| Now i be blowin when it' s mo than one but less than three | |
| That' s the recipe | |
| Yes indeed blowin oooey gooey a neccesity | |
| Don' t question me | |
| Blowin' heavily till i' m 70 | |
| That' s the remedy | |
| Feelin famous like the kennedy' s | |
| From here to tennessee sippin hennesse | |
| Smokin with intensity | |
| Feel my ghetto energy | |
| Fools be sweatin me for that rush in the lebanese | |
| I be getting higher than the hills of beverly beverly | |
| lil bing | |
| Two joints be smellay in my cadi | |
| From the valley to cali | |
| In the alley servin patties | |
| Hastled by federales | |
| Drippin candy | |
| Sippin brandy | |
| Twenty inches look fancy | |
| On my way to the grammys | |
| Hoes droppin they panties | |
| Got a freak named sandy | |
| Makin hits like sammie | |
| I' m posted up with biscuits and chicken fried steak at grandy' s | |
| Smashin off maan fo sho | |
| Got my tv' s on glow | |
| Smokin two smokin four | |
| Then mo with two mo | |
| two mo repeats till fade |
| lighting a joint | |
| coughs | |
| dumdum | |
| Go head maan | |
| Boy that' s 5 | |
| happy p | |
| That' s got to be | |
| verse 1: dumdum and happy p | |
| dumdum | |
| I hit it from worst ways | |
| After the first day | |
| I' m needin it everyday | |
| And twice on a thursday | |
| Blood thick than water | |
| In pounds better than quarters | |
| I smoking two joints | |
| While i' m knockin down yo daughter | |
| Dope house records is on fire | |
| So grab the estinguisher | |
| I smoked out in the beamer | |
| Bout to get emphezema | |
| Gun slingers rap singers | |
| With more stripe than the bengals | |
| No need for the gang sign | |
| I' m using my trigga finga | |
| happy p | |
| Now won' t you roll one | |
| Po the four one | |
| Sometimes i' m real selfish and i' ll smoke my weed with no one | |
| You know me | |
| I' m young happy p | |
| Kick back aand blow a sweet | |
| While my niggas move keys | |
| Bitch please | |
| I got g' s | |
| Sippin corona with lima squeeze | |
| And platinum p' s | |
| Only smoke on the fine leaves | |
| I started out | |
| Sellin five dollar tweets | |
| And now i' m elevating | |
| Sellin 5000 dollar beats | |
| chorus: grimm | |
| I smoke two joints when i wake up | |
| In the car i smoke two joints | |
| I smoke two joints when in play video games | |
| And every 10, 000 points | |
| I smoke two joints in time of peace | |
| And two in time of war ar | |
| I smoke two joints before i smoke two joints | |
| And then i smoke two more | |
| verse 2: spm and lowg | |
| spm | |
| Maan this killer herb got me runnin over curbs | |
| And writing these raps full of misspelled words | |
| I curse on my verse snatch yo bitch like a purse | |
| Cause she like the twinkies that i slapped on my herse | |
| I take two charges it' s really quite harmless | |
| The only side effect is that it makes you retarded ha ha | |
| I started in 82 | |
| In fifth grade | |
| You can say i was in high school | |
| True smoka | |
| lowg | |
| I got mary at an early age | |
| Con mi hermosa | |
| Maria es mi esposa | |
| Mi sanchas nina rosa | |
| Mafiosa | |
| Pero es es otra cosa | |
| My wife es elosa | |
| No yores mariposa | |
| Tan chiclosa | |
| Te triago from coasta coasta | |
| I got your corizon droppin mi bolsa | |
| Borracho de tu besos | |
| Hoja pa mis wesos | |
| Me trais pesos | |
| Con hidea pa me seso | |
| chorus | |
| verse 3: diamond and grimm | |
| diamond | |
| Dimaond pop the balla scene | |
| Smoke two joints where i can beam | |
| Flip the scene bizatines | |
| Sippin lean sticky green | |
| Come out fresh when it spring | |
| Steady flossin diamond rings | |
| Bustin gats with bing | |
| Catchin squares at ten | |
| Baby beeshi got the throne | |
| Happy p we fitin to roll | |
| And shut em down we livin throwed | |
| Got the keys | |
| We got the vo' s | |
| Hit and run cause the scheme | |
| Rush ya head and feel my spin | |
| Since diamond came around | |
| Now she down with a team | |
| grimm | |
| Now i' m down with bobby brown | |
| But i love al green | |
| Keep a sweet in my mouth and anotha in my jeans | |
| Bout to blow em back to back takin two to the dome | |
| Home grown hydroponic always wanna get blown | |
| Stay stoned at home | |
| Drop a flow rock a show | |
| Got to go out the do | |
| Boppin hoe after close | |
| No hits snow switch | |
| Place a pink in my eye | |
| And i' m always down wit tryin new ways to reach for the sky | |
| chorus | |
| verse 3: baby beesh and lil bing | |
| baby beesh | |
| Now i be blowin when it' s mo than one but less than three | |
| That' s the recipe | |
| Yes indeed blowin oooey gooey a neccesity | |
| Don' t question me | |
| Blowin' heavily till i' m 70 | |
| That' s the remedy | |
| Feelin famous like the kennedy' s | |
| From here to tennessee sippin hennesse | |
| Smokin with intensity | |
| Feel my ghetto energy | |
| Fools be sweatin me for that rush in the lebanese | |
| I be getting higher than the hills of beverly beverly | |
| lil bing | |
| Two joints be smellay in my cadi | |
| From the valley to cali | |
| In the alley servin patties | |
| Hastled by federales | |
| Drippin candy | |
| Sippin brandy | |
| Twenty inches look fancy | |
| On my way to the grammys | |
| Hoes droppin they panties | |
| Got a freak named sandy | |
| Makin hits like sammie | |
| I' m posted up with biscuits and chicken fried steak at grandy' s | |
| Smashin off maan fo sho | |
| Got my tv' s on glow | |
| Smokin two smokin four | |
| Then mo with two mo | |
| two mo repeats till fade |
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