Bad Weed Blues 가사

Man, I hear y'all got some good-ass weed around here Yeah, nigga, what's happenin'? I got you, how much you want? How much you got? I got about two-hundred, dawg, what's happenin'? I got you weed, though Man, this ain't no damn chronic, what the fuck? Let me tell y'all I, I, I, I got da bad weed blues Ooh, got da bad weed blues Last night (night, night) was a real bad night for me (Let me explain to y'all what I'm talking about) (Shit was real fucked-up fo' a nigga though, I'm stressin') I bought a sack o' weed When I got home, I seen that they cheated That these trees was just a big bag o' seed (ah, hell, no) These niggas done got me fo' my money I done spent a couple o' hundred (mothafuckas), nah I guess I gotta chalk it as a loss But I'm mad, 'cause I'm puffin' and I'm puffin', and I– I still ain't cough (this shit is not gettin' me high, man, I am not high) This shit too soft, I need some weed that got a kick, a punch, the shit that fucks you up That one-hit-and-you-quit-it 'cause you'll be too lifted After you've taken a hit from the blunt Your garbo' was workin' me like a downer I need to be easy, easy, easy Let me tell y'all I, I, I, I got da bad weed blues Ooh, got da bad weed blues All I wanna do, smokin' and chokin' But ain't nobody got no goods, so I gotta move-on I gotta find dat really good Good for my lungs, yeah, yeah, yeah 'Cause I'm in need for dat sticky, sticky green And have my blunt checked, so a nigga got an attitude Excuse me if I'm rude But that's just the way that the weed does your dude, ooh Throw yo' hands up if you're weeded, uh-huh Throw yo' hands up if ya need it, come on I'm searchin' and I'm searchin' and I still ain't come up (Why didn't I think of this before lil Dre?) Let me eat 'em on up I hit 'em up, he said he'll come-on through He got the LA, LA, I said I'll be right through I finally got my blunt, I'm feelin' so good But it's so hard to find a real goody-good in my 'hood Let me tell y'all I, I, I, I got da bad weed blues Ooh, got da bad weed blues I just got off the plane, comin' from Cali, I was smokin' so good Need to get me a sack right now, let me roll to the hood Now I can't find Tweet, and Ken outta town Now I'm thinking what I'ma do when I gotta get high And then fuck around, when it comes to the herb, I splurge Anything ain't gonna cut it I just got paid with a pocket full o' money And today, I ain't on no budget Searchin' high, low Outta my mind, I'm ready to blow I'm feelin' the stress, I'm gettin' depressed Weedman don't love me no more And I'm driving through the city, feelin' empty inside 'Cause I can't get high, and this shit ain't how I ride Stop and holla at my little niggas Petty-hustlin' and drug-peddlin' Twice-convicted thug felon Just to see what he was sellin' It was the brown weed he was dealin' He swore it was the bomb I was ready to flip, but I stay calm Copped a twenty, and stayed charmed My mama never said, mama never said that there'd be days like this I'm breakin' rules, but, nigga, ooh, I gots to blaze this shit Let me tell me y'all I, I, I, I got da bad weed blues Ooh, got da bad weed blues You ain't gon' tell me ain't no sticky in this whole fuckin' city Where's the weedman when you need them? I want hollas from my niggas all around the way (wassup, Big Blood) My homie, Big Blood, he just gave me a sack today (a sack today) And, ooh, even though he selling yayee, he pulled lil Bizzy to the side (You know, my sister, she does braids) he said: Lil Bizzy, my lil sister, you know, she does braids) My hair must be fucked-up, but it's cool though, ooh Then lil Bizzy pulled-up to the side and said: Hey, Big Blood, you got some 'dro? Let me tell y'all I (I just wanna tell y'all why) I got da bad weed blues ('cause ain't nobody got no kushy) (So I'm smokin' plenty gobble, goin' crazy) Let me tell y'all I, I, I, I got da bad weed blues Ooh, got da bad weed blues