Three 6 Mafia - Bin Laden
Juicy J talking
Mane
Mane nigg* check this s**t out we was up in Chicago right
With my nigg* big hamp the nigg* pass me a blunt
Like smoke this s**t nigg* this some bin laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down south
What the fk is bin laden weed its three different
Kinds of weed all grown together that s**t some straight killer
Them Chicago call it bin laden mane some straight fie
chorus 4x's
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby brown
Who got bin laden weed
DJ Paul
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my hoe
Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round I know
I sped it up on weed I slowed it down on snow
Cause I seen somany fall off that blow
One day they got it all and aint got s**t to show
So I came to my natures I had to cut that hoe
but now I'm feeling happy I'm on that binny bin laden
And is acting like they don't know what the fk just happened
My vision getting blurry I'm about to fall asleep
Or am I dying if I O.D. cause this some poutin weed
My life start flashing like holograms like right in front
Of my own face I never felt this way on one blunt
I see my son gaining life and my dad losing his
And old girlfriends and I shouldn't hung with
The picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath
I'm blacking out with no pulse up under my shirt and sleeve
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Juicy J
Well since I'm on bin laden let me tell you a story
Bout these three p*ssy rappers who couldn't do nothing for me
Gave a whole lot of cheese said I fked him his s**t
Smoked a whole lot of weed so they seem to forget
Who bought them trucks and them cars put you girls and hoes
Who told you as* to take a bath until you thought you was grown
Mane I tell you he a killer when we talk on the phone
When you see him face to face he'll leave you alone
That's why I'm smoking on this fkin bin laden
All my in the hood they got it
Take one little puff you a addict
Take a gun to the head means tragic
Boy I tell you like this we can smoke it anywhere
In front of police station with a six pack of beer
Seven a.m. in the morning just watching people stare
Let 'em point them d*mn fingers say they wild over there
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Lord Infamous
Ey ey its glowing like its indigo I smell it through the bag
I'm floating like a magic carpet straight from bagdad
From my brains from my blood from my lungs from the dutches
Cant just let this reefer just escape from my a clutches
cause its the substance I'm loving I'm buzzing
Smoking like nothin huffing and puffing
Dis ain't Indonesian, Colombian or Cali. man,
It's a bio-weapon straight from the taliban
Crunchy black
Do you remember me from smoking good weed
Break it down roll it up give me indo need
Do you remember me from those sticks or seeds
Then remember me from putting you on this laden weed
Get yo funds together and come and go and see
I'm gone take you on the street where bin laden be
This one blunt an actually you'll have to smoke and see
How you choking, falling out with your family
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