| Song | A Pound a Day |
| Artist | Virtuoso |
| Album | Word War II: Evolution of the Torturer |
| 作曲 : Blackmer-Hart, Duggan | |
| I smoke till my eyes seem, lime green | |
| And there's no cure but a bath in visine | |
| My dope's fresh off the boat, and my buds juicy | |
| With fiery red hairs like I love Lucy | |
| My crib is crawling with blunt roaches and | |
| When I'm feigning, I exterminate them by them | |
| Lit the dro, in a optimo sizzle slow | |
| Hit and flow spit and blow smoke out in little O's | |
| You know the seed never falls far from the tree | |
| Germinate and touch heads constantly THC | |
| The O throw shows we throw joints in the crowd | |
| We got, joints in our mouth, see the point is we proud | |
| Around for night when Snype rolled a quarter pound | |
| In one joint, or stuffed inside four philly titans with all our boys around | |
| I took your girls silver pearl, blew her mind with the AK | |
| While you were stretching dimes into eight J's | |
| [Hook] | |
| Smoke a pound of herb a day and yo | |
| Keep the peace with the weed and hash | |
| Puff puff give, puff puff give, if I'm hard to find take two pulls and pass | |
| [Cuts] "My whole comittee like to puff L's, sound in my veins and a pound on my brain | |
| Smoke with me, light one up, getting high, smoking weed....." | |
| Blueberry sativa straight pouring out your speakers | |
| Mary jane told me meet her at the very highest peak of | |
| The Himalayas well spin a J of the northern lights | |
| We'll swim in hydroponical chronic cause waters life | |
| Afghani gold was the last gram we rolled | |
| Hash and we hold stashed in the dash cause these hoes | |
| With badges wont grab this G-13 beasters | |
| Rebirth like easter from smoke thick like keifer | |
| Reefer sparks my acid battery your placid cavalry | |
| Is smashed and that'll be what will happen if you matching me | |
| We burn chem rocks to hemlock our brain | |
| I got a ten spot, you got a ten spot? | |
| Let's spark the flame | |
| I'd be like Bill Gates if I ain't spend ill cake | |
| To get real baked and spend my day in a chill place | |
| In case I don't get a next life I live the best life | |
| I can and smoke bless right, until my death like I...... | |
| [Hook: x2] | |
| Before the first second of my first day, my birthday | |
| Before my delivery I had hit my first J | |
| See my parents were hippies I was delivered at home | |
| To relax during labor mom lit up a bone | |
| So when it comes to getting high ya'll I'm a lifer | |
| Parents smuggled weed from Jamaica in my diapers | |
| Blazing I'm the caucasian version of Bob Marley | |
| Asian eyes staying high in the clouds like god's army | |
| I went, from a joint to a nickle to a dime | |
| Then a half to a Z now its P's all the time | |
| Most of my crew was high in high school | |
| And failed, but got a A + from getting high school | |
| And how I do seems obscene to most | |
| The green I toast, make you believe you seen a ghost | |
| Yo I smoke so much, I don't need no dutch | |
| Put the lie in my mouth spit fire and roast up | |
| Blow puffs of smoke clouds, cumulus, cirrus | |
| And if you near us puffin' canabis I know you hear us | |
| If I get cancer man, I'ma go to Amsterdam | |
| Smoke a handsome gram to the face, casue thats the answer man | |
| And I still wish, Clinton had admitted that he hit it and got lifted | |
| Cause maybe today it would be permitted | |
| It's medicinal, who you gon' listen to | |
| A psycho that's rich from cigarettes and wants to put a micro-chip in you? | |
| Fuck that! if you got weed puff that | |
| And if your smoking something let your man touch that | |
| The real drugs crack, heroin and alcohol | |
| Tobacco and mescalin and the rest of them cause after all | |
| What did weed do but make your lies see through | |
| And bring a peaceful vibe to all of my people | |
| Virtuoso blow O's and yo | |
| Hold up, no more flow I'm a go smoke some dro | |
| [Hook x2] |
| zuò qǔ : BlackmerHart, Duggan | |
| I smoke till my eyes seem, lime green | |
| And there' s no cure but a bath in visine | |
| My dope' s fresh off the boat, and my buds juicy | |
| With fiery red hairs like I love Lucy | |
| My crib is crawling with blunt roaches and | |
| When I' m feigning, I exterminate them by them | |
| Lit the dro, in a optimo sizzle slow | |
| Hit and flow spit and blow smoke out in little O' s | |
| You know the seed never falls far from the tree | |
| Germinate and touch heads constantly THC | |
| The O throw shows we throw joints in the crowd | |
| We got, joints in our mouth, see the point is we proud | |
| Around for night when Snype rolled a quarter pound | |
| In one joint, or stuffed inside four philly titans with all our boys around | |
| I took your girls silver pearl, blew her mind with the AK | |
| While you were stretching dimes into eight J' s | |
| Hook | |
| Smoke a pound of herb a day and yo | |
| Keep the peace with the weed and hash | |
| Puff puff give, puff puff give, if I' m hard to find take two pulls and pass | |
| Cuts " My whole comittee like to puff L' s, sound in my veins and a pound on my brain | |
| Smoke with me, light one up, getting high, smoking weed....." | |
| Blueberry sativa straight pouring out your speakers | |
| Mary jane told me meet her at the very highest peak of | |
| The Himalayas well spin a J of the northern lights | |
| We' ll swim in hydroponical chronic cause waters life | |
| Afghani gold was the last gram we rolled | |
| Hash and we hold stashed in the dash cause these hoes | |
| With badges wont grab this G13 beasters | |
| Rebirth like easter from smoke thick like keifer | |
| Reefer sparks my acid battery your placid cavalry | |
| Is smashed and that' ll be what will happen if you matching me | |
| We burn chem rocks to hemlock our brain | |
| I got a ten spot, you got a ten spot? | |
| Let' s spark the flame | |
| I' d be like Bill Gates if I ain' t spend ill cake | |
| To get real baked and spend my day in a chill place | |
| In case I don' t get a next life I live the best life | |
| I can and smoke bless right, until my death like I...... | |
| Hook: x2 | |
| Before the first second of my first day, my birthday | |
| Before my delivery I had hit my first J | |
| See my parents were hippies I was delivered at home | |
| To relax during labor mom lit up a bone | |
| So when it comes to getting high ya' ll I' m a lifer | |
| Parents smuggled weed from Jamaica in my diapers | |
| Blazing I' m the caucasian version of Bob Marley | |
| Asian eyes staying high in the clouds like god' s army | |
| I went, from a joint to a nickle to a dime | |
| Then a half to a Z now its P' s all the time | |
| Most of my crew was high in high school | |
| And failed, but got a A from getting high school | |
| And how I do seems obscene to most | |
| The green I toast, make you believe you seen a ghost | |
| Yo I smoke so much, I don' t need no dutch | |
| Put the lie in my mouth spit fire and roast up | |
| Blow puffs of smoke clouds, cumulus, cirrus | |
| And if you near us puffin' canabis I know you hear us | |
| If I get cancer man, I' ma go to Amsterdam | |
| Smoke a handsome gram to the face, casue thats the answer man | |
| And I still wish, Clinton had admitted that he hit it and got lifted | |
| Cause maybe today it would be permitted | |
| It' s medicinal, who you gon' listen to | |
| A psycho that' s rich from cigarettes and wants to put a microchip in you? | |
| Fuck that! if you got weed puff that | |
| And if your smoking something let your man touch that | |
| The real drugs crack, heroin and alcohol | |
| Tobacco and mescalin and the rest of them cause after all | |
| What did weed do but make your lies see through | |
| And bring a peaceful vibe to all of my people | |
| Virtuoso blow O' s and yo | |
| Hold up, no more flow I' m a go smoke some dro | |
| Hook x2 |