One 16 Piece
Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 10:10 am
I blaze weed in clouds, I mean crazy amounts, til im ina faded black out,
Maybe an ounce, but lately in pounds, real life? jussa gated past now,//1
So Light the piff ina spliff or bowl, pinch the roach jus Roll it -n- pack it,
This solders impacted, by the only real rule in life, smoke it then pass it,//2
Unwrap the blunt tip, spark then inhance ya lungs wit Imported weed from Cuba,
Hits like dope that feinds would shoot up, I solve my Important needs wit Buddha,//3
Speakin like im screwed and chopped, jagged steps like a crip when he walks,
Too busy thinking bout food and pop? Nah! I need a bag of chips and a malt,//4
Ease the craving, but I cant breathe to save me my lungs have succumbed to smoke,
I would but my throats to numb to choke, but fuck it, I gotta enuff jus 4 1 more toke,//5
Visuals are crazy scenes, mix wit a bit of hazey dreams it seems to much to handle,
Ive seen 2 blunts dismantled, backs hunched like camels ima need 2 tons of apples,//6
Makin a fruit pipe, hit it once and ur like, uuwww nice! I got it tastin exotic,
Grind the weed never wastin the chronic, cocaine could be a nice lacer to top it,//7
Hit the 51 primo to blow ya socks off, shit pops like when u twist a bottles top off,
Now its no bother to flip the cops off, spittin fire like im sippin on some hot sauce,//8
Too smooth like moves from and one, one puff from the bong gives me 16 like hand guns,
So dope yet arms are clean no track runs, notta weight mover but I always gotta have some,//9
To calm my nerves cuz my salivas my napalm in words, so I keep flame to a joint,
Cuz its came to a point, im off my rocker I jus aim to destroy, anything makin a noise,//10
Its trippin me out, everything keeps talkin like ur bitch wit my dick in her mouth,
Theres 100's of, fuck im in no position to count, I jus know theres different amounts,//11
Of colors in array from red to blue and green, whos speakin ghost, is it you or me?
Im losin it, im actin foolishly, usually I jus go to sleep when I really don't know who to be,//12
But right now, I cant the lights wont go out so by now im blinded from a yellowish gleam,
Feelin mellow but mean, screamin hello its me, but no ones around damn hell is obscene,//13
My eyes are weed leaves, seeds are what im bleeding, but I keep feedin the curse,
Like I wizard reading a verse, steady burnin the trees cuz I don't even feel it at first,//14
The venom is injected, the only medicine accepted is to accept what i've done to myself,
What ive done to my health, oops! oh well, alls well in spendin an abundance in wealth//15
Im addicted to weed, minds to vast and distant to see all the brain cells that ended this year,
Im only on drugs, cuz they actually show me some love and let me pretend the end isn't near,//16
Maybe an ounce, but lately in pounds, real life? jussa gated past now,//1
So Light the piff ina spliff or bowl, pinch the roach jus Roll it -n- pack it,
This solders impacted, by the only real rule in life, smoke it then pass it,//2
Unwrap the blunt tip, spark then inhance ya lungs wit Imported weed from Cuba,
Hits like dope that feinds would shoot up, I solve my Important needs wit Buddha,//3
Speakin like im screwed and chopped, jagged steps like a crip when he walks,
Too busy thinking bout food and pop? Nah! I need a bag of chips and a malt,//4
Ease the craving, but I cant breathe to save me my lungs have succumbed to smoke,
I would but my throats to numb to choke, but fuck it, I gotta enuff jus 4 1 more toke,//5
Visuals are crazy scenes, mix wit a bit of hazey dreams it seems to much to handle,
Ive seen 2 blunts dismantled, backs hunched like camels ima need 2 tons of apples,//6
Makin a fruit pipe, hit it once and ur like, uuwww nice! I got it tastin exotic,
Grind the weed never wastin the chronic, cocaine could be a nice lacer to top it,//7
Hit the 51 primo to blow ya socks off, shit pops like when u twist a bottles top off,
Now its no bother to flip the cops off, spittin fire like im sippin on some hot sauce,//8
Too smooth like moves from and one, one puff from the bong gives me 16 like hand guns,
So dope yet arms are clean no track runs, notta weight mover but I always gotta have some,//9
To calm my nerves cuz my salivas my napalm in words, so I keep flame to a joint,
Cuz its came to a point, im off my rocker I jus aim to destroy, anything makin a noise,//10
Its trippin me out, everything keeps talkin like ur bitch wit my dick in her mouth,
Theres 100's of, fuck im in no position to count, I jus know theres different amounts,//11
Of colors in array from red to blue and green, whos speakin ghost, is it you or me?
Im losin it, im actin foolishly, usually I jus go to sleep when I really don't know who to be,//12
But right now, I cant the lights wont go out so by now im blinded from a yellowish gleam,
Feelin mellow but mean, screamin hello its me, but no ones around damn hell is obscene,//13
My eyes are weed leaves, seeds are what im bleeding, but I keep feedin the curse,
Like I wizard reading a verse, steady burnin the trees cuz I don't even feel it at first,//14
The venom is injected, the only medicine accepted is to accept what i've done to myself,
What ive done to my health, oops! oh well, alls well in spendin an abundance in wealth//15
Im addicted to weed, minds to vast and distant to see all the brain cells that ended this year,
Im only on drugs, cuz they actually show me some love and let me pretend the end isn't near,//16