作曲
Ronald Bryant、Paul Ramirez、Christian Garcia、Randy Ramirez
專輯：煙槍小子
(Tha Smokin' Nephew)
歌曲：Weed Hand
作曲：Ronald Bryant、
Paul Ramirez、Christian Garcia、
Randy Ramirez
Sometimes da game got me
stressin partner i can't lie
I roll me a sweet smash
off n da ride a whole piece
i aint never lied
I put my weed hand n da sky
i put my weed hand n da sky
i respect it
for da luv of life
a whole piece
i aint never lied
i put my weed hand in da sky
i put my weed hand in da sky
V1:
The smokes killing off
my lungs and appendix
It's baby bash the modern day
jimmy hendrix
deep down in texas
dope house is so relentless
the fluff is endless
smokin wit my lawer
and my dentist
Feelin stupendiss wanna
come to my quarter stacks
Smokin on greener reef
singing boby to dem older cats
(bobby brown)
Dem dolger sax
wit a coffee grinder
at my mercy
Dun rolled a lax wit
a highspeed chasers ones dat
coudn't curch me
Cocked mouthed
and thirsty gotta keep
my spirit lifted though
My spiritual lyrical
it's hydromyrical
I'm comin visious though
wit a fully loaded
off dat durby
feelin so worthy
cuz my vacume lungs are
like dat curby
and don't desturb me
when i'm floatin
to my foriegn land
You no fo' sho'
i keep my pipe
in my weed hand
My weed hand is something
i don't disrestpect
Your weed hand throw it up
and represent your weed
chorus:
V2:
I'ma gonna admit it
and you know i'm wid it
begin his life
got his only one
and split it
Lit it up wit my nephew
and now i'm floatin
My crown is broaken
soakin up my soal
sippen styraphone cups
choken now i'm low
If you ridden on us dats cool
but pass da joint
diamonds flyin
and you just had to go
cuz u dun cast da vote
and i didn't even get a hit
no not even a little bit
so now help me get rid of dis
baby girl
don't disrespecr the luv
and i can't see dat
ask where
we get the best of bud
put up ur weed hand
Chorus:
V3:
Man i been down dis way b4
i hit da bong
back up and blow
I'm too damn high
don't pass me no mo'
I blaze drown sip on a 4
stayin high i'm on a note
u can smell da bong all
on my clothes
man look at my eyes
they bout to b closed
I'm choken dudes up out
hte room wit my weed hand
in the sky
I'm stayin blowed
on octamodes and
i'm leanin half da time
I'm stayin high
and i hustle fool
don't be at home up on my
ass gotta get up
and glock sum cash
hoes thinkin they gonna
smoke for free
but not wit a young PIMP
Just cuz i'm young
don't mean i'm dumb
Red microphones now blaze sum
of dat greener reef
and pour sum
of dat purple stuff
down here we smokin bud
ya i no u herd of us
chorus:
ending outro:
My weed hand
put ur weed hand in da sky
my weed hand
east west
my weed hand
north south
something we can all relate to
my weed hand
