everybody must get stoned!!
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everybody must get stoned!!
Some call it tamjee
Some call it the weed
Some call it Marijuana
Some of them call it Ganja
Nevermind, got to legalize it
Don't criticize it
Legalize it, yeah, yeah
And I will advertise it
Take a bong toke...
I love rippin' outta bongs it gets me so so high
When I take a big toke 'looks like my eyes start to cry
Tears start to swell up when I take a huge hit
Of that bong biggie bong diggity dank dank shit
Tem um verso que fala da maconha,
Que é uma erva que da no meio do mato,
Se fumada provoca o tal barato,
A maior emocao que a gente sonha.
A viagem as vezes é medonha,
Da suor, da vertigem, da fraqueza,
Mas frequentemente é uma beleza,
Eu por mim experimento todo dia,
Se tivesse um agora eu bem queria,
Pois a coisa é da santa natureza!
(There is a verse which speaks of the weed,
Its a herb there is in the midst of the grass,
If smoked brings the so-called high,
The greatest emotion we can dream of.
The trip sometimes is scary,
Gives sweat, gives vertigo, gives weakness,
But usually its great,
If i can i use it everyday,
If i had one right now i would like so much,
Cause its from the holy nature! ) :jointsmile:
My knife it's sharp and chrome
Come see inside my bones
..death row is label that pays me
unfadable so please don't try to fade this
but uh back to the lecture at hand
perfection is perfected so my man'll understand
from a young g's perspective
everytime a homey dig out a bitch he's got to find a contraceptive
HENRY GOT TO MEXICO AND TURNED HIS TRUCK AROUND
HE’S TALKING TO THE MAN WHO HAS IT
GROWING FROM THE GROUND
HENRY TASTED, HE GOT WASTED, COULDN’T EVEN SEE
HOW HE’S GONNA DRIVE LIKE THAT IS NOT TOO CLEAR TO ME
Up and over we go
through the weight and undertow
I will float until I learn how to swim
Inside my mother in a garbage bin
until I find myself again
Again, oh, oh oh oh oh.
Everybody's looking out for him
'Cause they know Red's satisfies
Little girls love to listen to him
Sing and tell sweet lies
But when things get too confusing, honey
You're better off in bed
And I'll be searching all the joints in town for
Panama Red
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul?