ODD SQUAD - Smokin' Dat Weed

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Smokin that weed, feelin fine

Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime


Fuck a blunt, just roll a nice fat square

Put some fire to the end and put that bitch in the air

Hell, I'm glad I got my weed, it damn near took me a hour

I was creepin down Belfort, a fuckin train on [Street Name]

Got a 40oz from Atco right across from Chateau

Went up the street a little piece and purchased me a fat hoe

Hit 610, steady checkin my weed

Separatin the buds from the stems and seeds

I got that shit to get you higher than a rocket

Bitch, I got a sack, put that nick' back in your pocket

And sample some of this, inhale it up through your nose

Take another good pull and watch your lungs explode

[inhales] (...that ain't no punk)

Bitch, I mix my shit together, hoe, that's Red House skunk

Put that Odd Squad tape in the deck while I'm boomin it

Nosy neighbors lookin but, bitch, all I'm doin is


[Jugg Mugg]

Oh yeah, we're smokin that weed and always feelin fine

We like to drink the brew and plus the boom's for unwind

But speakin of herb, nigga, let's get us another sack

Let's get a fat dime, man, we go half on the zig-zags

I love the cheeba and I might just be an addict

I'm rollin through the hood causin all the fuckin static

A tight-eyed hoodlum, that's what your parents call me

A victim of a bastard child, my mother spoiled me

Muthafuckas say: you shouldn't do drugs

But weed is not a drug, it massages my Jugg Mugg

Besides, the shit, it really does me no harm

It's better than me havin needle marks in my arms

So I'ma keep puffin and slurpin on a brew

And if you don't like what I'm sayin, I roll you up and smoke you

And get so high, so high that I can reach up to the ceiling

And then I'm in the mood for some of that sexual healing

But just remember, it's really not what you do, it's how you do it

Cause y'all can smoke the mo's but all these niggas here doin is




Yeah bitch, I smoke but hoe, I don't geek

Two tight fat dimes usually last me a week

You got these fiends smokin crack with they head goin in circles

But I'ma smoke my weed until my lips turn purple

I take a square to work, I guess that's why I'm always late

Couple of hits, that's all I take, save it for my break

And after that I clock out, I get home, I get high

Smoke my weed and drink my brew, so that my mouth don't get dry

I get blowed, bitch, I'm not afraid to admit

Off that weed, yes indeed, better believe I keeps the good shit

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