Weed & Drinks Lyrics
| Song | Weed & Drinks |
| Artist | O.C. |
| Album | Bon Appetit |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barnes, Best, Credle | |
| (feat. A.G.) | |
| [Verse 1: A.G.] | |
| Wanna blow it? So roll it, breathe in and hold it | |
| Than you pass to whoever's the closest | |
| Do I grow it? No, believe me I'm focused | |
| It's O and A.G. and we drink it and smoke it | |
| I gotta have it it's a habit I don't even pass it | |
| Do you mean I'm a addict? No I just smoke a lot | |
| Son, I even stash it, one of these is magic | |
| My P.O. actin' like I'm supposed to stop | |
| In Amsterdam ten grams in the coffee shop | |
| In N.Y. I get as high as them astronauts | |
| I spend enough to cop something out off the lot | |
| And I can tell you how strong it is if I cough or not | |
| I puff the magic dragon, I got a ounce | |
| In every pocket, that's why my pants is staggin' | |
| I bomb out the moombay(??), smoked out my roommate | |
| And I should stop it but at this point is too late | |
| Lungs bleed 'cos son need that weed | |
| Can't find, if I don't puff I'ma eat that weed | |
| And it's with me in the clutch | |
| My six teams get mean when I slam dunk fifty and a dutch | |
| Inhale, then it hit me in the gut | |
| Let it out, slow real and it kick me in the nuts | |
| Ya know me, beats is pumpin', freaks is thumpin' | |
| Grow seed, ghetto bastards gotta have it | |
| I smoke trees, I keep puffin' I'm a fuckin' O.D. | |
| I taught shit and roll with parolees | |
| Keep it movin' or you catchin' a wild life | |
| We gettin' dirty no more livin' a foul life | |
| Since a baby, ??, sayin' that child trife | |
| It's A.G. and O.C. and we livin' a wild life | |
| [O.C. speakin'] Wanna fuck with that weed? Go see A | |
| Wanna get your liver dirty? Come see me. | |
| [Refrain] | |
| [A.G.] Son, I'm twisted off the herbs but I'ma roll another blunt | |
| [O.C.] And I'm about to stray herb but I'ma pour another cup | |
| A cup of mo' [A.G.] and just a few more blunts | |
| [both] Bon Appetit y'all throw your L's and your drinks up | |
| [Verse 2: O.C.] | |
| Bars get poured out, liqs get poured out | |
| Chicks get drawn out, the whole world, somehow | |
| Remy and cranberry, ?? pass it heavy | |
| Twisted to the point I can't hold a drink steady | |
| A's puffin' his dutch and I'm off gin | |
| With the hardest juice in my vein, it's no pain! | |
| On some high grade things, love and happiness | |
| Finesse like the Remy, red and coke in his chest | |
| We get it liver than sippin' a screwdriver | |
| (Word Bond) The Bon Don Juan(???) is like a vulcano with lava | |
| Jack Daniel's hit you like a .38 revolver | |
| Rock you straight will have your hangover tommorow | |
| Take a sip A, fuck that weed | |
| Get your liver dirty, nigga, do it for me | |
| On the count of three I puff that Tran | |
| At the same time you hit the Remy and on | |
| (one, two, three...) | |
| [A.G.] Roll it, spark it, pass if you can't hold it | |
| [O.C.] Pour, drink it, ??? if you can't control it | |
| [Refrain] | |
| O.C. and A.G. yo we drink it and smoke it... |
| zuo ci : Barnes, Best, Credle | |
| feat. A. G. | |
| Verse 1: A. G. | |
| Wanna blow it? So roll it, breathe in and hold it | |
| Than you pass to whoever' s the closest | |
| Do I grow it? No, believe me I' m focused | |
| It' s O and A. G. and we drink it and smoke it | |
| I gotta have it it' s a habit I don' t even pass it | |
| Do you mean I' m a addict? No I just smoke a lot | |
| Son, I even stash it, one of these is magic | |
| My P. O. actin' like I' m supposed to stop | |
| In Amsterdam ten grams in the coffee shop | |
| In N. Y. I get as high as them astronauts | |
| I spend enough to cop something out off the lot | |
| And I can tell you how strong it is if I cough or not | |
| I puff the magic dragon, I got a ounce | |
| In every pocket, that' s why my pants is staggin' | |
| I bomb out the moombay??, smoked out my roommate | |
| And I should stop it but at this point is too late | |
| Lungs bleed ' cos son need that weed | |
| Can' t find, if I don' t puff I' ma eat that weed | |
| And it' s with me in the clutch | |
| My six teams get mean when I slam dunk fifty and a dutch | |
| Inhale, then it hit me in the gut | |
| Let it out, slow real and it kick me in the nuts | |
| Ya know me, beats is pumpin', freaks is thumpin' | |
| Grow seed, ghetto bastards gotta have it | |
| I smoke trees, I keep puffin' I' m a fuckin' O. D. | |
| I taught shit and roll with parolees | |
| Keep it movin' or you catchin' a wild life | |
| We gettin' dirty no more livin' a foul life | |
| Since a baby, nbsp??, sayin' that child trife | |
| It' s A. G. and O. C. and we livin' a wild life | |
| O. C. speakin' Wanna fuck with that weed? Go see A | |
| Wanna get your liver dirty? Come see me. | |
| Refrain | |
| A. G. Son, I' m twisted off the herbs but I' ma roll another blunt | |
| O. C. And I' m about to stray herb but I' ma pour another cup | |
| A cup of mo' A. G. and just a few more blunts | |
| both Bon Appetit y' all throw your L' s and your drinks up | |
| Verse 2: O. C. | |
| Bars get poured out, liqs get poured out | |
| Chicks get drawn out, the whole world, somehow | |
| Remy and cranberry, nbsp?? pass it heavy | |
| Twisted to the point I can' t hold a drink steady | |
| A' s puffin' his dutch and I' m off gin | |
| With the hardest juice in my vein, it' s no pain! | |
| On some high grade things, love and happiness | |
| Finesse like the Remy, red and coke in his chest | |
| We get it liver than sippin' a screwdriver | |
| Word Bond The Bon Don Juan??? is like a vulcano with lava | |
| Jack Daniel' s hit you like a . 38 revolver | |
| Rock you straight will have your hangover tommorow | |
| Take a sip A, fuck that weed | |
| Get your liver dirty, nigga, do it for me | |
| On the count of three I puff that Tran | |
| At the same time you hit the Remy and on | |
| one, two, three... | |
| A. G. Roll it, spark it, pass if you can' t hold it | |
| O. C. Pour, drink it, nbsp??? if you can' t control it | |
| Refrain | |
| O. C. and A. G. yo we drink it and smoke it... |
| zuò cí : Barnes, Best, Credle | |
| feat. A. G. | |
| Verse 1: A. G. | |
| Wanna blow it? So roll it, breathe in and hold it | |
| Than you pass to whoever' s the closest | |
| Do I grow it? No, believe me I' m focused | |
| It' s O and A. G. and we drink it and smoke it | |
| I gotta have it it' s a habit I don' t even pass it | |
| Do you mean I' m a addict? No I just smoke a lot | |
| Son, I even stash it, one of these is magic | |
| My P. O. actin' like I' m supposed to stop | |
| In Amsterdam ten grams in the coffee shop | |
| In N. Y. I get as high as them astronauts | |
| I spend enough to cop something out off the lot | |
| And I can tell you how strong it is if I cough or not | |
| I puff the magic dragon, I got a ounce | |
| In every pocket, that' s why my pants is staggin' | |
| I bomb out the moombay??, smoked out my roommate | |
| And I should stop it but at this point is too late | |
| Lungs bleed ' cos son need that weed | |
| Can' t find, if I don' t puff I' ma eat that weed | |
| And it' s with me in the clutch | |
| My six teams get mean when I slam dunk fifty and a dutch | |
| Inhale, then it hit me in the gut | |
| Let it out, slow real and it kick me in the nuts | |
| Ya know me, beats is pumpin', freaks is thumpin' | |
| Grow seed, ghetto bastards gotta have it | |
| I smoke trees, I keep puffin' I' m a fuckin' O. D. | |
| I taught shit and roll with parolees | |
| Keep it movin' or you catchin' a wild life | |
| We gettin' dirty no more livin' a foul life | |
| Since a baby, nbsp??, sayin' that child trife | |
| It' s A. G. and O. C. and we livin' a wild life | |
| O. C. speakin' Wanna fuck with that weed? Go see A | |
| Wanna get your liver dirty? Come see me. | |
| Refrain | |
| A. G. Son, I' m twisted off the herbs but I' ma roll another blunt | |
| O. C. And I' m about to stray herb but I' ma pour another cup | |
| A cup of mo' A. G. and just a few more blunts | |
| both Bon Appetit y' all throw your L' s and your drinks up | |
| Verse 2: O. C. | |
| Bars get poured out, liqs get poured out | |
| Chicks get drawn out, the whole world, somehow | |
| Remy and cranberry, nbsp?? pass it heavy | |
| Twisted to the point I can' t hold a drink steady | |
| A' s puffin' his dutch and I' m off gin | |
| With the hardest juice in my vein, it' s no pain! | |
| On some high grade things, love and happiness | |
| Finesse like the Remy, red and coke in his chest | |
| We get it liver than sippin' a screwdriver | |
| Word Bond The Bon Don Juan??? is like a vulcano with lava | |
| Jack Daniel' s hit you like a . 38 revolver | |
| Rock you straight will have your hangover tommorow | |
| Take a sip A, fuck that weed | |
| Get your liver dirty, nigga, do it for me | |
| On the count of three I puff that Tran | |
| At the same time you hit the Remy and on | |
| one, two, three... | |
| A. G. Roll it, spark it, pass if you can' t hold it | |
| O. C. Pour, drink it, nbsp??? if you can' t control it | |
| Refrain | |
| O. C. and A. G. yo we drink it and smoke it... |
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