Twiztid: Bagz

If it ain't green it ain't us! Your parents hate us 'Cause we smell like cannibus And remind em' of the incubus Another freak of the night With accessible roach clips, bongs, and weed pipes Comin' with the straight 28 A full o.z. Only fuckin' with the weed You can keep the nosebleed Mash on you haters actin' like you know me Twiztid motherfucker, what you got on my trees? I smoke it down to the ass end Burnin' lips and fingertips Huffin' helly shit And 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 Smoke a lotta weed, cloud nine Space ridin' People try to front like they don't, 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 every day So come get high with me No matter what the tell us This is reality Eyes blew out red, I'm lookin' faded Clothes stank like bud and my fingertips is always resonated We burnin' ganja with the windows up I got a QP of good green rolled ready to puff We smoke entirely too much trees 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 I gotta tell you bitches, it ain't no smokin' for free If you ain't fuckin' with me Don't put yo lips up on my mothafuckin' tree Records surround us like a zig zag Light your whole block with a flame and take a big drag We blaze trees on the highways In the driveways In the casket I keep an axe and a fat sack With the zig zags For the two plot trademark trees Every studio session we gettin' sparked 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 every day So come get high with me No matter what the tell us This is reality We smoke weed every day Regardless what you say And every single night With the get-right You need to get up and shut up with all that pride And all you non-smokin' niggas get the fuck outside! Only weed-smokers up in this bitch tonight 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!! Gimme gimme green leaves laced up with hash-hish When you're ridin' dirty, watch for police Listen and learn cuz I would never steer you wrong Knowledge has accumulated like resins in bongs 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 every day So come get high with me No matter what the tell us This is reality 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 every day So come get high with me No matter what the tell us This is reality