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Albums:

A Nite Cap with Larry: Featuring the voice of Larry Rivera at the Coco Palm (Larry Rivera) · Widow's Weeds (Tristania) · Weeds: Music from the Series, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Weeds & Water (Riders in the Sky) · Weeds/Tarkio (Brewer & Shipley) · Big Weeds (Cory Weeds) · Live At Cory Weeds' Cellar Jazz Club (Miles Black Trio) · Weeds: Music from the Series,Vol. 4 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Weeds: Music from the Showtime Original Series, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Weeds & Water (Riders in the Sky) – and 90 other albums »


somebody got it
Champagne for the pain, weed for the low
Goddamn I’m so high, where the fuck did I go?
I’m losing myself, I’m stuck in the moment
I look in
somebody got it
Champagne for the pain, weed for the low
Goddamn I’m so high, where the fuck did I go?
I’m losing myself, I’m stuck in the moment
I look in
to see me rise 
Because when we get high we get 'em 
Should have seen how we did' em 
Must a been the weed in 'em 
But as long as I'm alive 
I'm
black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my
and everyday we gettin high wit weed 
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
 
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
livin'

I need smoke
I need to smoke
Who gon' hold me down now
I wanna get high y'all
I wanna get high y'all
Need it need it to get by y'all
Can
(Hey)
Here's a clue (Hey)
He came to the ball in his wife beater and lost his Nike shoe
It's in your ass, he's all up in your ass, he's in your psyche too
man I'm back in my zone
Fuck a trap, I put plants in my home
When I'm high I don't answer my phone
I lost another pack on the road
Fuck one time, I'm
incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks

Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my
smoke
I need to smoke
Who gon' hold me down now
I wanna get high y'all
I wanna get high y'all
Need it need it to get by y'all
Can you get me high y'all?
I
See in the jungle we often rumble for loot
Some of us just stumble around high off the booze, shoot
You get shot, shit
Play humble like last year when
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
It's the truth like funk 180 proof 
Don't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true 
Put your fingers up in the air if your high 
I
the fuck out you, remember us
I'm the man your father never was, or could've been
Maybe if they passed out weed in high school, I would've went

Got it
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both
my nigga Rico
My money so high but my car is so, low
I stand in that stance while I sip Olde, Gold
Ain't no dough then it ain't no show, we just don't
-n- thuggs
You got dese girls in dese clubbs
On da floor shakin it up
Lost needin some love

Rappers die in da field
Claimin dey keep it real
Got yo
of this music, my whole block double crossed me
Got shot in the ass, bra 
But ain't no love lost see
'cause now I have yo ass off the g's
An niggas
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
on the DL
Close shop on the Pontiac Re-bell(rebail)
To the mall to ball
We all apart
Cause a brother gone floss in front of these females
To the retail
5
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
snapped in half
Trail of dead bodies lie in my path
The aftermath is crucial, pure monstrosity
Watchin heads fly at a high velocity
So prepare to face your
for a 
bead from the weed lady, thought it was the bomb 
Really wasn't nuttin but a bag of strong palms 
Lost twenty dollars, didn't get high 
Maybe
for a 
bead from the weed lady, thought it was the bomb 
Really wasn't nuttin but a bag of strong palms 
Lost twenty dollars, didn't get high 
Maybe