Bagz
by Twiztid

If it aint green, it aint us
Your parents hate us, becuase we smell like canabus
And remind them of the incubus
Another freek of the night with accessable roach clips bongs and weed pipes

We comin with the straight 28, a full O Z
Only fuckin with the weed you can keep the nosebleed
Mash on you haters actin like you know me
Twiztid muthafacka what you got on my tree?

I smoke it down to the ass-end burnin lips and fingertips
Puffin hella shit and take a bullet and im passin it
Right into the ashtray where it belongs
From the bag to the J to the dre to the bong

Smoke alot of weed, cloud 9, Space flyin
People try to front like they dont, but i can see inside them
Put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session
And imma smoke it up quick without question

Chorus
I hope you brought the papers, you know i brought the trees
So roll another joint, and hand that bitch to me
We do this everyday, so come get high with me
No matter what the tell us, this is reality

Eyes blew out red, im lookin faded
clothes stink like bud and my fingertips is always resinated
We burnin ganja with the windows up
I got a Q P of good green bud ready to puff

We smoke entirely too much trees for average folks
But i never said that i was average, i like to smoke
Mad bags of weed, no stems no seeds,
All i really want and all i really need

I gotta tell you bitches, it aint no smokin for free
If you aint fuckin with me,
Dont puts your lips up on my muthafuckin tree
Wrap us around it, like a zigzag
Light your whole block with a flame and take a big drag

We blaze trees on the highways, in the driveways
In the casket i keep an axe and a fat sack with the zigzags
For the 2 blunt trademark
Trees every studio session we gettin sparked

Chorus
I hope you brought the papers, you know i brought the trees
So roll another joint, and hand that bitch to me
We do this everyday, so come get high with me
No matter what the tell us, this is reality

We smoke weed eveyday, regardless what you say
And every single night with the get right
You need to get up and shut up with all that pride
And all you non smokin niggas get the fuck outside

Only weed smokas up in this bitch tonight
Thick clouds of weed smoke green like cryptonite
I dont drink, shoot up or take X
Only 3 loves in life is bud, death and sex

Gimmie Gimmie green leafs laced up with hashish
When you ridin dirty, watch for police
Listen and learn caz i would never steer you wrong
Knowledge is accumulated like resins in bongs

Chorus X2
I hope you brought the papers, you know i brought the trees
So roll another joint, and hand that bitch to me
We do this everyday, so come get high with me
No matter what the tell us, this is reality
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Lyrics submitted by Jeremy.