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