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letra de bagz (vampirate mix) - twiztid

[intro]
started, started, started
started, started, started
started, started
started smokin’

[verse 1: jamie madrox, monoxide]
if it ain’t green it ain’t us, your parents hate us
because we smell like cannabis and remind ’em of the incubus
another freak of the night
with accessible roach clips, bongs and weed pipes
we comin’ with the straight 28, a full oz
only f-ckin’ with the weed, you can keep the nosebleed
mash on you haters, actin’ like you know me
twiztid, motherf-cker, what you got on my trees?
i smoke it down to the ass end, burnin’ lips and fingertips
puffin’ h-lly sh-t, i take a pull and then i’m passin’ it
right into thе ashtray where it belongs
from thе bag to the j to the tray to the bong
smoke a lot of weed, cloud nine, sp-ce ridin’
people try to front like they don’t, but i can see inside ’em
put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session
and i’ma smoke it all up quick without question

[chorus]
i hope you brought the papers, you know i brought the trees
so roll another joint and hand that b-tch to me
we do this every day, so come get high with me
no matter what they tell us, this is reality
[verse 2: jamie madrox, monoxide]
eyes blew out red, i’m lookin’ faded
clothes stink like bud and my fingertips is always resonated
we burnin’ ganja with the windows up
i got a q.p. of good green rolled, ready to puff
we smokin’ 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 b-tches, it ain’t no smokin’ for free
if you ain’t f-ckin’ with me, don’t put your lips up on my motherf-ckin’ tree
wrap your surroundings like a zig zag
light your whole block with a flame and take a big drag
we blaze trees on the highways and the driveways
in the casket, i keep an axe and a fat sack with the zig zags
for the two-blunt trademark trees
every studio session we gettin’ sparked!

[verse 3: jamie madrox & monoxide]
we smoke weed every day, 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’ —— get the f-ck outside!
only weed smokers up in this b-tch tonight
thick clouds of weed smoke, green like kryptonitei don’t drink, shoot-up, or take x
only three loves in life is bud, death, and s-x
gimme, gimme green leaves laced up with hashish
when you’re ridin’ dirty, watch for police
listen and learn, ’cause i would never steer you wrong
knowledge has accumulated like resins in bongs
[chorus]
i hope you brought the papers, you know i brought the trees
so roll another joint and hand that b-tch to me
we do this every day, so come get high with me
no matter what they tell us, this is reality
i hope you brought the papers, you know i brought the trees
so roll another joint and hand that b-tch to me
we do this every day, so come get high with me
no matter what they tell us, this is reality

[skit]
hang up!
huh?
get off the phone!
hang up, you jerk!
shut up, b-tch!

- twiztid

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