Bad Weed Blues Lyrics
| Song | Bad Weed Blues |
| Artist | Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
| Album | Thug World Order |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bosko, Henderson, Howse ... | |
| [Wish] Man I hear y'all got some good ass weed around here | |
| [Dealer] Yeah nigga, what's happening'? I got you, how much you want? How | |
| much you got? | |
| [Wish] I got about two hundred dog, what's happening'? | |
| [Dealer] I got you weed though | |
| [Wish] Man this ain't no damn chronic! What the fuck?!?! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Let me tell me y'all | |
| I...I...I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues | |
| [Krayzie] | |
| Last night, night, night, was a real bad night for me | |
| (Let me explain to y'all what I'm talking about, man this | |
| Shit was real fucked up for nigga though, I'm stressing) | |
| I bought a sack of weed, when I got home I seen, (they cheated) | |
| That this tree was just a big bag of seed | |
| These niggas have gotten me for my money | |
| I done spent a couple of hundred, Muthafuckers, naw | |
| I guess I gotta chunk it as loss | |
| But I'm mad cause I'm puffin and I'm puffin | |
| And I, I still ain't cough | |
| (Man this shit is not getting me high man, I am not high) | |
| This shit too soft, I need some weed that gotta kick or punch | |
| The shit that fucks you up | |
| That won't hit it and quit it cause you'll be too lifted | |
| After you've taken a hit from the blunt | |
| Your (??) was working me like a downer | |
| I need to be easy, easy, easy | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Let me tell me y'all | |
| I...I...I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues | |
| [Wish] | |
| All I wanna do is smoking, and choking | |
| But ain't nobody got no goods, so I gotta move on | |
| I gotta find it really good, good for my lungs | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, cause I'm in need for that sticky sticky green | |
| And have my blunt checked, so that nigga had an attitude | |
| Excuse if I'm rude | |
| But that's just the way that the weed, does you do, ooh | |
| Throw your hands up if your weeded, uh huh | |
| Throw your hands up if you need it, come on | |
| I'm searching and I'm searching and I still ain't come up | |
| Why didn't I think of this before lil Dre, let me hit'em on up | |
| I hit'em up, he said he'll come right through | |
| He got the L.A., L.A., I said I'll be right through | |
| I finally got my blunt, I'm feeling so good | |
| But it's so hard to find a real goody good in my hood | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Let me tell me y'all | |
| I...I...I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues | |
| [Layzie] | |
| I just got off the plane from Cali, I was smoking so good | |
| Need to get me sac right now let me roll through the hood | |
| Now I can't find Tweet, and Ken out of town | |
| Now I'm thinking what I'ma do when I gotta get high | |
| And then fuck around when it comes to the herb, I slurge | |
| Anything ain't gonna cut it, I just got paid with a pocket full of money | |
| And today I ain't on no budget searching high, low | |
| Out of my mind I'm ready to blow | |
| I'm feeling the stress, I'm getting depressed | |
| Weedman don't love me no more, | |
| nd I'm driving through the city, feeling empty inside | |
| Cause I can't get high and this shit ain't how I ride | |
| Stopping and hollaring at my niggas | |
| Petty hustling and thug felon twice convicted thug felon | |
| Just to see what he was selling | |
| It was the (??) we was in | |
| He swore it was the bomb, I was ready to flip but I stay calm | |
| Capping twenty in, and stay charmed | |
| My momma never said, momma never said, they'll be days like this | |
| I'm breaking rules but nigga, ooh, I got to blaze this shit | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Let me tell me y'all | |
| I...I...I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues | |
| [Bizzy] | |
| You ain't going tell me ain't no sticky in this whole fucking city | |
| Where's the weedman?, when you need them | |
| I want hollas from my niggas all around the way (Wuz up Big Blood!) | |
| My homie Big Blood, he just gave me a sack today, a sack today | |
| And ooh, even though we selling llelli , he pulled lil Bizzy to the side | |
| He insists lil Bizzy you know my lil sister she does braids | |
| My hair must be fucked up, but it's cool though, ooh | |
| Then lil Bizzy pulled up to the side and said | |
| "Hey Big Blood, you got some dro?" | |
| Let me tell me y'all | |
| I...I just wanna tell y'all why, I | |
| I got the bad weed blues | |
| Cause ain't nobody got no gushy, so I'm smoking plenty gobble | |
| Going crazy | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Let me tell me y'all | |
| I...I...I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues |
| zuo ci : Bosko, Henderson, Howse ... | |
| Wish Man I hear y' all got some good ass weed around here | |
| Dealer Yeah nigga, what' s happening'? I got you, how much you want? How | |
| much you got? | |
| Wish I got about two hundred dog, what' s happening'? | |
| Dealer I got you weed though | |
| Wish Man this ain' t no damn chronic! What the fuck?!?! | |
| Chorus | |
| Let me tell me y' all | |
| I... I... I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues | |
| Krayzie | |
| Last night, night, night, was a real bad night for me | |
| Let me explain to y' all what I' m talking about, man this | |
| Shit was real fucked up for nigga though, I' m stressing | |
| I bought a sack of weed, when I got home I seen, they cheated | |
| That this tree was just a big bag of seed | |
| These niggas have gotten me for my money | |
| I done spent a couple of hundred, Muthafuckers, naw | |
| I guess I gotta chunk it as loss | |
| But I' m mad cause I' m puffin and I' m puffin | |
| And I, I still ain' t cough | |
| Man this shit is not getting me high man, I am not high | |
| This shit too soft, I need some weed that gotta kick or punch | |
| The shit that fucks you up | |
| That won' t hit it and quit it cause you' ll be too lifted | |
| After you' ve taken a hit from the blunt | |
| Your ?? was working me like a downer | |
| I need to be easy, easy, easy | |
| Chorus | |
| Let me tell me y' all | |
| I... I... I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues | |
| Wish | |
| All I wanna do is smoking, and choking | |
| But ain' t nobody got no goods, so I gotta move on | |
| I gotta find it really good, good for my lungs | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, cause I' m in need for that sticky sticky green | |
| And have my blunt checked, so that nigga had an attitude | |
| Excuse if I' m rude | |
| But that' s just the way that the weed, does you do, ooh | |
| Throw your hands up if your weeded, uh huh | |
| Throw your hands up if you need it, come on | |
| I' m searching and I' m searching and I still ain' t come up | |
| Why didn' t I think of this before lil Dre, let me hit' em on up | |
| I hit' em up, he said he' ll come right through | |
| He got the L. A., L. A., I said I' ll be right through | |
| I finally got my blunt, I' m feeling so good | |
| But it' s so hard to find a real goody good in my hood | |
| Chorus | |
| Let me tell me y' all | |
| I... I... I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues | |
| Layzie | |
| I just got off the plane from Cali, I was smoking so good | |
| Need to get me sac right now let me roll through the hood | |
| Now I can' t find Tweet, and Ken out of town | |
| Now I' m thinking what I' ma do when I gotta get high | |
| And then fuck around when it comes to the herb, I slurge | |
| Anything ain' t gonna cut it, I just got paid with a pocket full of money | |
| And today I ain' t on no budget searching high, low | |
| Out of my mind I' m ready to blow | |
| I' m feeling the stress, I' m getting depressed | |
| Weedman don' t love me no more, | |
| nd I' m driving through the city, feeling empty inside | |
| Cause I can' t get high and this shit ain' t how I ride | |
| Stopping and hollaring at my niggas | |
| Petty hustling and thug felon twice convicted thug felon | |
| Just to see what he was selling | |
| It was the ?? we was in | |
| He swore it was the bomb, I was ready to flip but I stay calm | |
| Capping twenty in, and stay charmed | |
| My momma never said, momma never said, they' ll be days like this | |
| I' m breaking rules but nigga, ooh, I got to blaze this shit | |
| Chorus | |
| Let me tell me y' all | |
| I... I... I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues | |
| Bizzy | |
| You ain' t going tell me ain' t no sticky in this whole fucking city | |
| Where' s the weedman?, when you need them | |
| I want hollas from my niggas all around the way Wuz up Big Blood! | |
| My homie Big Blood, he just gave me a sack today, a sack today | |
| And ooh, even though we selling llelli , he pulled lil Bizzy to the side | |
| He insists lil Bizzy you know my lil sister she does braids | |
| My hair must be fucked up, but it' s cool though, ooh | |
| Then lil Bizzy pulled up to the side and said | |
| " Hey Big Blood, you got some dro?" | |
| Let me tell me y' all | |
| I... I just wanna tell y' all why, I | |
| I got the bad weed blues | |
| Cause ain' t nobody got no gushy, so I' m smoking plenty gobble | |
| Going crazy | |
| Chorus | |
| Let me tell me y' all | |
| I... I... I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues |
| zuò cí : Bosko, Henderson, Howse ... | |
| Wish Man I hear y' all got some good ass weed around here | |
| Dealer Yeah nigga, what' s happening'? I got you, how much you want? How | |
| much you got? | |
| Wish I got about two hundred dog, what' s happening'? | |
| Dealer I got you weed though | |
| Wish Man this ain' t no damn chronic! What the fuck?!?! | |
| Chorus | |
| Let me tell me y' all | |
| I... I... I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues | |
| Krayzie | |
| Last night, night, night, was a real bad night for me | |
| Let me explain to y' all what I' m talking about, man this | |
| Shit was real fucked up for nigga though, I' m stressing | |
| I bought a sack of weed, when I got home I seen, they cheated | |
| That this tree was just a big bag of seed | |
| These niggas have gotten me for my money | |
| I done spent a couple of hundred, Muthafuckers, naw | |
| I guess I gotta chunk it as loss | |
| But I' m mad cause I' m puffin and I' m puffin | |
| And I, I still ain' t cough | |
| Man this shit is not getting me high man, I am not high | |
| This shit too soft, I need some weed that gotta kick or punch | |
| The shit that fucks you up | |
| That won' t hit it and quit it cause you' ll be too lifted | |
| After you' ve taken a hit from the blunt | |
| Your ?? was working me like a downer | |
| I need to be easy, easy, easy | |
| Chorus | |
| Let me tell me y' all | |
| I... I... I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues | |
| Wish | |
| All I wanna do is smoking, and choking | |
| But ain' t nobody got no goods, so I gotta move on | |
| I gotta find it really good, good for my lungs | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, cause I' m in need for that sticky sticky green | |
| And have my blunt checked, so that nigga had an attitude | |
| Excuse if I' m rude | |
| But that' s just the way that the weed, does you do, ooh | |
| Throw your hands up if your weeded, uh huh | |
| Throw your hands up if you need it, come on | |
| I' m searching and I' m searching and I still ain' t come up | |
| Why didn' t I think of this before lil Dre, let me hit' em on up | |
| I hit' em up, he said he' ll come right through | |
| He got the L. A., L. A., I said I' ll be right through | |
| I finally got my blunt, I' m feeling so good | |
| But it' s so hard to find a real goody good in my hood | |
| Chorus | |
| Let me tell me y' all | |
| I... I... I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues | |
| Layzie | |
| I just got off the plane from Cali, I was smoking so good | |
| Need to get me sac right now let me roll through the hood | |
| Now I can' t find Tweet, and Ken out of town | |
| Now I' m thinking what I' ma do when I gotta get high | |
| And then fuck around when it comes to the herb, I slurge | |
| Anything ain' t gonna cut it, I just got paid with a pocket full of money | |
| And today I ain' t on no budget searching high, low | |
| Out of my mind I' m ready to blow | |
| I' m feeling the stress, I' m getting depressed | |
| Weedman don' t love me no more, | |
| nd I' m driving through the city, feeling empty inside | |
| Cause I can' t get high and this shit ain' t how I ride | |
| Stopping and hollaring at my niggas | |
| Petty hustling and thug felon twice convicted thug felon | |
| Just to see what he was selling | |
| It was the ?? we was in | |
| He swore it was the bomb, I was ready to flip but I stay calm | |
| Capping twenty in, and stay charmed | |
| My momma never said, momma never said, they' ll be days like this | |
| I' m breaking rules but nigga, ooh, I got to blaze this shit | |
| Chorus | |
| Let me tell me y' all | |
| I... I... I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues | |
| Bizzy | |
| You ain' t going tell me ain' t no sticky in this whole fucking city | |
| Where' s the weedman?, when you need them | |
| I want hollas from my niggas all around the way Wuz up Big Blood! | |
| My homie Big Blood, he just gave me a sack today, a sack today | |
| And ooh, even though we selling llelli , he pulled lil Bizzy to the side | |
| He insists lil Bizzy you know my lil sister she does braids | |
| My hair must be fucked up, but it' s cool though, ooh | |
| Then lil Bizzy pulled up to the side and said | |
| " Hey Big Blood, you got some dro?" | |
| Let me tell me y' all | |
| I... I just wanna tell y' all why, I | |
| I got the bad weed blues | |
| Cause ain' t nobody got no gushy, so I' m smoking plenty gobble | |
| Going crazy | |
| Chorus | |
| Let me tell me y' all | |
| I... I... I..., I got the bad weed blues | |
| Ooh, got the bad weed blues |
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