Three 6 Mafia - Bin Laden | Текст песни

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[Juicy J talking] Mane check this shit out we was up in Chicago right With my nigga big hamp, you know what I' saying? The nigga pass me a blunt Like smoke this shit nigga this some bin laden weed Y'all don't know nothing bout this shit down south What the fuck is bin laden weed its three different Kinds of weed all grown together that shit some straight killer Them Chicago niggaz named that shit bin laden mane some straight fie [chorus 4x's] Who got that hydro Who got that light green Who got that Bobby brown Who got that laden weed [DJ Paul] I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my hoe Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round niggaz I know I sped it up on weed I slowed it down on snow Cause I seen somany niggaz fall off that blow One day they got it all and aint got shit to show So I came to my natures I had to cut that hoe So know I'm feeling happy I'm on that binny bin laden And niggaz is acting like they don't know what the fuck just happened My vision getting blurry I'm about to fall asleep Or am I dying I need to eat cause this some poutin weed My life start flashing like holograms like right in front Of my own face I never felt this way on one blunt I see my son gaining life and my dad losing his And old girlfriends and niggaz I shouldn't hung with The picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve [Chorus 4x's] [Juicy J] Well since I'm on bin laden let me tell you a story Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn't do nothing for me Gave a whole lot of cheese said I fucked him his shit Smoked a whole lot of weed so he seem to forget Who bought trunks and you cars gave you bitches and hoes Who told you ass to take a bath when you thought you was raw Mane I tell you he a killer when we talk on the phone When you see him face to face he'll leave you alone That's why I'm smoking on this fucking bin laden All my niggaz in the hood they got it Take one little puff you a addict Take a gun to the head means tragic Boy I tell you like this we can smoke it anywhere In front of police station with a six pack of beer Seven a.m. in the morning just watching people stare Let 'em point them damn fingers say they wild over there [Chorus 4x's] [Lord Infamous] Ey ey its glowing like its indigo I smell it through the bag I'm floating like a magic carpet straight from bagdad From my brains from my blood from my lungs from the dutches Cant just let this reefer just escape from my a conscious Cause its the substance I'm loving I'm buzzing Smoking like a narven huffing and puffing Came from the Indonesia, Colombian or kaliman Or its by the welfare straight from the taliban [Crunchy black] Do you remember me from smoking good weed Break it down roll it up give it the indo need Do you remember me from no sticks no seeds Or you remember me from putting you on this laden weed Get yo funds together and come go and see I'm gone take you on the strip where bin laden be This one blunt action you'll have to smoke and see Have you choking, falling out with you

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