[Juicy J talking] Mane check this shit out we was up in Chicago right With my nigga Big Hamp the nigga pass me a blunt Like smoke this shit nigga this some Bin Laden weed Y'all don't know nothing bout this 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 niggas call it Bin Laden mane some straight fire
[Hook 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 ho Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round niggas I know I sped it up on weed I slowed it down on snow Cause I seen so many niggas fall off that blow One day they got it all and ain't got shit to show So I came to my natures I had to cut that ho So know I'm feeling happy I'm on that binny Bin Laden And niggas 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 potent 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 niggas 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
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[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 niggas 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
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[Lord Infamous] Ey ey it's glowing like its indigo I smell it through the bag I'm floating like a magic carpet straight from Baghdad From my brains from my blood from my lungs from the Dutches Can't just let this reefer just escape from my a clutches Cause its the substance I'm loving I'm buzzing Smoking like an oven, huffing and puffing This ain't Indonesia, Colombian or Cali man It's a bio-weapon, 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 your family
[Hook 4x's]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
