Bagz 歌词
| 歌曲 | Bagz |
| 歌手 | Twiztid |
| 专辑 | Freek Show |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Twiztid | |
| Mad bagz of weed (mixed up) | |
| (madrox) | |
| If it ain't green it aint us, your parents hate us | |
| Because we smell like cannabis and remind 'em of the incubus | |
| Another freek of the night | |
| With accessible roach clips, bongs and weed pipes | |
| (monoxide) | |
| We comin wit the straight 28, a full oz | |
| Only fuckin wit the weed you can keep your nose bleed | |
| Mash all you haters actin like you know me | |
| Twiztid motherfucker, what you got on my tree? | |
| (madrox) | |
| I smoke it down to the ash and burnin lips and finger tips | |
| On for helly shit, take a bullet and i'm passin it | |
| Right into the ashtray where it belongs | |
| From the bag, to the j, to the tray, to the bong | |
| (monoxide) | |
| Smoke a lot of weed, cloud 9, space flyin | |
| People try to front on my dope but i can see inside 'em | |
| Put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session | |
| And i'ma smoke it all up quick without 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 work it out with me | |
| No matter what they tell us, this is reality | |
| (monoxide) | |
| Eyes blew out red i'm lookin faded | |
| Clothes stank like bud, and my finger tips is always resinated | |
| We burnin ganja wit the windows up | |
| I gotta qp, a good green rolled, ready to puff | |
| (madrox) | |
| I smoke entirely to much weed 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 | |
| (monoxide) | |
| I gotta tell you bitches, it ain't no smokin for free | |
| If you aint fuckin wit me | |
| Don't put your lips up on my motherfucking tree | |
| Wrap your surroundings like a zig-zag | |
| Light your block with the flame and take a big drag | |
| (madrox) | |
| We blaze trees on the highways and the driveways | |
| In the casket i keep an axe in the backsack | |
| With a zig-zag, for the two blunt trademark | |
| Trees every studio session we gettin sparked | |
| Chorus | |
| (madrox) | |
| 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 your pride | |
| And all you non-smokin niggas, get the fuck outside | |
| (monoxide) | |
| Only weed smokers up in this bitch tonite | |
| Thick clouds of weed smoke, green like kryptonite | |
| I don't drink, shoot-up, or take x | |
| Only three loves in life is bud, death and sex | |
| (madrox) | |
| Gimme gimme green leaves, laced up with hashish | |
| When we rotton dirty, watch for police | |
| Listen and learn, cause i would never steer you wrong | |
| Knowledge gets accumulated like resins in bongs | |
| Chorus: repeat twice |
| zuo qu : Twiztid | |
| Mad bagz of weed mixed up | |
| madrox | |
| If it ain' t green it aint us, your parents hate us | |
| Because we smell like cannabis and remind ' em of the incubus | |
| Another freek of the night | |
| With accessible roach clips, bongs and weed pipes | |
| monoxide | |
| We comin wit the straight 28, a full oz | |
| Only fuckin wit the weed you can keep your nose bleed | |
| Mash all you haters actin like you know me | |
| Twiztid motherfucker, what you got on my tree? | |
| madrox | |
| I smoke it down to the ash and burnin lips and finger tips | |
| On for helly shit, take a bullet and i' m passin it | |
| Right into the ashtray where it belongs | |
| From the bag, to the j, to the tray, to the bong | |
| monoxide | |
| Smoke a lot of weed, cloud 9, space flyin | |
| People try to front on my dope but i can see inside ' em | |
| Put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session | |
| And i' ma smoke it all up quick without 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 work it out with me | |
| No matter what they tell us, this is reality | |
| monoxide | |
| Eyes blew out red i' m lookin faded | |
| Clothes stank like bud, and my finger tips is always resinated | |
| We burnin ganja wit the windows up | |
| I gotta qp, a good green rolled, ready to puff | |
| madrox | |
| I smoke entirely to much weed 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 | |
| monoxide | |
| I gotta tell you bitches, it ain' t no smokin for free | |
| If you aint fuckin wit me | |
| Don' t put your lips up on my motherfucking tree | |
| Wrap your surroundings like a zigzag | |
| Light your block with the flame and take a big drag | |
| madrox | |
| We blaze trees on the highways and the driveways | |
| In the casket i keep an axe in the backsack | |
| With a zigzag, for the two blunt trademark | |
| Trees every studio session we gettin sparked | |
| Chorus | |
| madrox | |
| We smoke weed everyday, regardless what you say | |
| And every single night with the getright | |
| You need to get up, and shut up, with all your pride | |
| And all you nonsmokin niggas, get the fuck outside | |
| monoxide | |
| Only weed smokers up in this bitch tonite | |
| Thick clouds of weed smoke, green like kryptonite | |
| I don' t drink, shootup, or take x | |
| Only three loves in life is bud, death and sex | |
| madrox | |
| Gimme gimme green leaves, laced up with hashish | |
| When we rotton dirty, watch for police | |
| Listen and learn, cause i would never steer you wrong | |
| Knowledge gets accumulated like resins in bongs | |
| Chorus: repeat twice |
| zuò qǔ : Twiztid | |
| Mad bagz of weed mixed up | |
| madrox | |
| If it ain' t green it aint us, your parents hate us | |
| Because we smell like cannabis and remind ' em of the incubus | |
| Another freek of the night | |
| With accessible roach clips, bongs and weed pipes | |
| monoxide | |
| We comin wit the straight 28, a full oz | |
| Only fuckin wit the weed you can keep your nose bleed | |
| Mash all you haters actin like you know me | |
| Twiztid motherfucker, what you got on my tree? | |
| madrox | |
| I smoke it down to the ash and burnin lips and finger tips | |
| On for helly shit, take a bullet and i' m passin it | |
| Right into the ashtray where it belongs | |
| From the bag, to the j, to the tray, to the bong | |
| monoxide | |
| Smoke a lot of weed, cloud 9, space flyin | |
| People try to front on my dope but i can see inside ' em | |
| Put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session | |
| And i' ma smoke it all up quick without 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 work it out with me | |
| No matter what they tell us, this is reality | |
| monoxide | |
| Eyes blew out red i' m lookin faded | |
| Clothes stank like bud, and my finger tips is always resinated | |
| We burnin ganja wit the windows up | |
| I gotta qp, a good green rolled, ready to puff | |
| madrox | |
| I smoke entirely to much weed 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 | |
| monoxide | |
| I gotta tell you bitches, it ain' t no smokin for free | |
| If you aint fuckin wit me | |
| Don' t put your lips up on my motherfucking tree | |
| Wrap your surroundings like a zigzag | |
| Light your block with the flame and take a big drag | |
| madrox | |
| We blaze trees on the highways and the driveways | |
| In the casket i keep an axe in the backsack | |
| With a zigzag, for the two blunt trademark | |
| Trees every studio session we gettin sparked | |
| Chorus | |
| madrox | |
| We smoke weed everyday, regardless what you say | |
| And every single night with the getright | |
| You need to get up, and shut up, with all your pride | |
| And all you nonsmokin niggas, get the fuck outside | |
| monoxide | |
| Only weed smokers up in this bitch tonite | |
| Thick clouds of weed smoke, green like kryptonite | |
| I don' t drink, shootup, or take x | |
| Only three loves in life is bud, death and sex | |
| madrox | |
| Gimme gimme green leaves, laced up with hashish | |
| When we rotton dirty, watch for police | |
| Listen and learn, cause i would never steer you wrong | |
| Knowledge gets accumulated like resins in bongs | |
| Chorus: repeat twice |
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