Tytuł: Tha weed song

• Wykonawca: Vanilla Ice
• Wyświetleń: 291

Now here’s a Zig Zag story while I’m writing this song
   Sit back relax I’m igniting this bong
   Picture this sandy beaches dimes wearin thongs
   Serving mixed drinks to me all night long
   With me feet back puffin on my weed sack
   Shit you can’t believe that people ask me
   Where you buy your trees at
   Got the Bombay Ganje lime green
   Sticky icky Ganja got me needing Visine
   Like a magic carpet ride come fly with me
   And this is for my homies that get high with me
   Just crack the Phillie open cause we keep on smoking
   Dimes rubbin on lotion
   Feet soaking in the ocean
   On a tropical Island staying sunny
   We outta Phillies take these skins somebody roll a Mummy
   Now people say money makes the world go round
   So come escape with me and let’s puff on a pound.
  
   Chorus:
   So high fly through the sky
   And ride my life high
   Fly through the sky
  
   No matter what you say
   Feeling so alright so Ire today
   Fire de go blaze
   No responsibility man
   No responsible
   Me I go rolling a fat blunt
   Smoking the fat blunt
   This is my goal.
   Take it easy Rastaman
   I will now go blaze
   From Kingston Jamaica
   Bombay to India
   Smoking in the air
   What da da da day
   Some of them are smoking
   Weed to take away frustration
   I and I do it for me aggravation
   Dreadlock to Babylon are selling everyday
   Come me say
   Bringing it back on the boat back to the USA
   With the ganja me floating me floating away
   Why not come and puff with me and then we go fly away
  
   Chorus repeat
  
   Well it’s the sticky icky bomb Holmes
   Got the fat sacks puffier than Sean Combs
   It’s the Ice man back blowin dookie out the nostrils
   In the studio creating shit that’s colossal
   Apostle of the green bud see me bleemed up
   In my 430 Lexus off in Texas teamed up
   With the Darkman and we’re blazing
   Some headbanging shit yo the Ice’ll come equipped
   To spit with the best cause I’m all about mine
   I got dimes of smoke that’ll make you float on cloud nine
   Then I shine just like a beacon in the night
   Pass me the Thai I get high on the mic
   For real a zig zag story for my peeps
   Bangin in the Jeeps while you slang it in the streets
   Like Napalm I’m way gone and now it’s time to bounce
   It’s the weed song come with me and smoke an ounce
  
   Chorus repeat