Gospel Weed Song Lyrics
| Song | Gospel Weed Song |
| Artist | Bizarre |
| Album | Hannicap Circus |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Johnson, Taylor | |
| (Intro:) | |
| Brothers and sisters! | |
| We gonna have Church tonight! | |
| And tonight this speaker is, Reverend Ruffus Jackson.. | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| I wake up praising, God every day, | |
| I wanna....smoke some ************* and roll me the J, | |
| Thankya Jesus! (Thankyou Jesus!) | |
| Thankya Lord! (Thankyou Lord!) | |
| For lettin' me live another day! Hey! hey! | |
| (Verse 1:) | |
| Nigger I'm high, nigger you high. (uh huh) | |
| lets get high in the mother******* sky! | |
| Watch the butterflies, hit the wall, | |
| and if you're feeling down, give yer boy a call! | |
| *************, it takes the stress away, | |
| thats why Bizarre smokes ten blunts a day. | |
| It's nuffing but the sticky, icky, green stuff! | |
| Line it, pass it and take a puff! | |
| Having a bad day, stop by my house, | |
| coz most likely, I've got a blunt in my mouth. | |
| So sit down relax and chill, | |
| and if ya don't smoke *************, then *************t, I got sum pills! | |
| Watch ya need girl, | |
| a ******* refill? | |
| a fat bag a ************* | |
| and sum happy meals? | |
| Nah, baby, I don't smoke no porks, | |
| only fat bags of ************* in this escort. | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| I wake up praising, God every day, | |
| I wanna....smoke some ************* and roll me the J, | |
| Thankya Jesus! (Thankyou Jesus!) | |
| Thankya Lord! (Thankyou Lord!) | |
| For lettin' me live another day! Hey! hey! | |
| (Verse 2:) | |
| Sunday morning, Bizarre have day, | |
| Blunt in my mouth, watching DJ Dre. | |
| Dangerous my, just like Cudio | |
| Only church I know, a snoop dogg's studio. | |
| Wide out the raps, blowing in my lap, | |
| Rap hennesy, keep the acid tap. | |
| I'm glad, that I didnt't go down south, | |
| Take care of my kids, be the man of the house, | |
| orange mushrooms, and yellow stars, | |
| Fat bags of *************(???) | |
| Get in and lap, come on jump in, | |
| Raid a bottle of gin, and two of your freaky friends | |
| O ************* it! Let's go to see the point, | |
| Bring your son alone, *************t, he can hit the joint, | |
| Cause rapping, it's a full time job! | |
| All I wanna smoke ************* and praise God! | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| I wake up praising, God every day, | |
| I wanna....smoke some ************* and roll me the J, | |
| Thankya Jesus! (Thankyou Jesus!) | |
| Thankya Lord! (Thankyou Lord!) | |
| For lettin' me live another day! Hey! hey! | |
| (Outro:) | |
| Break it down....yea | |
| We gonna slow it down rite here... | |
| We havin' Church up in here tonight, it's the Reverend Rufuss Johnson... | |
| and we sittin' over here, | |
| at sixteen five-o, cone it(?) | |
| and ladies and gentlemen, | |
| come in, praise God with us.. | |
| (over chorus:) | |
| Baptist, | |
| Catholic, | |
| Jahova Witness, | |
| yea, come praise God, | |
| yea! services, send it, | |
| at 4-20, | |
| brothers and sisters send it at 4-20! | |
| come on, praise God. | |
| Just coz you smoke ************* don't mean you a sinner! What!? | |
| (Bizarre: speaking) | |
| Just coz you smoke ************* don't mean you don't believe in God! | |
| Jesus will keep care of ya! Jesus! | |
| You need Jesus! | |
| (coughing) |
| zuo qu : Johnson, Taylor | |
| Intro: | |
| Brothers and sisters! | |
| We gonna have Church tonight! | |
| And tonight this speaker is, Reverend Ruffus Jackson.. | |
| Chorus: | |
| I wake up praising, God every day, | |
| I wanna.... smoke some and roll me the J, | |
| Thankya Jesus! Thankyou Jesus! | |
| Thankya Lord! Thankyou Lord! | |
| For lettin' me live another day! Hey! hey! | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Nigger I' m high, nigger you high. uh huh | |
| lets get high in the mother sky! | |
| Watch the butterflies, hit the wall, | |
| and if you' re feeling down, give yer boy a call! | |
| , it takes the stress away, | |
| thats why Bizarre smokes ten blunts a day. | |
| It' s nuffing but the sticky, icky, green stuff! | |
| Line it, pass it and take a puff! | |
| Having a bad day, stop by my house, | |
| coz most likely, I' ve got a blunt in my mouth. | |
| So sit down relax and chill, | |
| and if ya don' t smoke , then t, I got sum pills! | |
| Watch ya need girl, | |
| a refill? | |
| a fat bag a | |
| and sum happy meals? | |
| Nah, baby, I don' t smoke no porks, | |
| only fat bags of in this escort. | |
| Chorus: | |
| I wake up praising, God every day, | |
| I wanna.... smoke some and roll me the J, | |
| Thankya Jesus! Thankyou Jesus! | |
| Thankya Lord! Thankyou Lord! | |
| For lettin' me live another day! Hey! hey! | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Sunday morning, Bizarre have day, | |
| Blunt in my mouth, watching DJ Dre. | |
| Dangerous my, just like Cudio | |
| Only church I know, a snoop dogg' s studio. | |
| Wide out the raps, blowing in my lap, | |
| Rap hennesy, keep the acid tap. | |
| I' m glad, that I didnt' t go down south, | |
| Take care of my kids, be the man of the house, | |
| orange mushrooms, and yellow stars, | |
| Fat bags of ??? | |
| Get in and lap, come on jump in, | |
| Raid a bottle of gin, and two of your freaky friends | |
| O it! Let' s go to see the point, | |
| Bring your son alone, t, he can hit the joint, | |
| Cause rapping, it' s a full time job! | |
| All I wanna smoke and praise God! | |
| Chorus: | |
| I wake up praising, God every day, | |
| I wanna.... smoke some and roll me the J, | |
| Thankya Jesus! Thankyou Jesus! | |
| Thankya Lord! Thankyou Lord! | |
| For lettin' me live another day! Hey! hey! | |
| Outro: | |
| Break it down.... yea | |
| We gonna slow it down rite here... | |
| We havin' Church up in here tonight, it' s the Reverend Rufuss Johnson... | |
| and we sittin' over here, | |
| at sixteen fiveo, cone it? | |
| and ladies and gentlemen, | |
| come in, praise God with us.. | |
| over chorus: | |
| Baptist, | |
| Catholic, | |
| Jahova Witness, | |
| yea, come praise God, | |
| yea! services, send it, | |
| at 420, | |
| brothers and sisters send it at 420! | |
| come on, praise God. | |
| Just coz you smoke don' t mean you a sinner! What!? | |
| Bizarre: speaking | |
| Just coz you smoke don' t mean you don' t believe in God! | |
| Jesus will keep care of ya! Jesus! | |
| You need Jesus! | |
| coughing |
| zuò qǔ : Johnson, Taylor | |
| Intro: | |
| Brothers and sisters! | |
| We gonna have Church tonight! | |
| And tonight this speaker is, Reverend Ruffus Jackson.. | |
| Chorus: | |
| I wake up praising, God every day, | |
| I wanna.... smoke some and roll me the J, | |
| Thankya Jesus! Thankyou Jesus! | |
| Thankya Lord! Thankyou Lord! | |
| For lettin' me live another day! Hey! hey! | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Nigger I' m high, nigger you high. uh huh | |
| lets get high in the mother sky! | |
| Watch the butterflies, hit the wall, | |
| and if you' re feeling down, give yer boy a call! | |
| , it takes the stress away, | |
| thats why Bizarre smokes ten blunts a day. | |
| It' s nuffing but the sticky, icky, green stuff! | |
| Line it, pass it and take a puff! | |
| Having a bad day, stop by my house, | |
| coz most likely, I' ve got a blunt in my mouth. | |
| So sit down relax and chill, | |
| and if ya don' t smoke , then t, I got sum pills! | |
| Watch ya need girl, | |
| a refill? | |
| a fat bag a | |
| and sum happy meals? | |
| Nah, baby, I don' t smoke no porks, | |
| only fat bags of in this escort. | |
| Chorus: | |
| I wake up praising, God every day, | |
| I wanna.... smoke some and roll me the J, | |
| Thankya Jesus! Thankyou Jesus! | |
| Thankya Lord! Thankyou Lord! | |
| For lettin' me live another day! Hey! hey! | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Sunday morning, Bizarre have day, | |
| Blunt in my mouth, watching DJ Dre. | |
| Dangerous my, just like Cudio | |
| Only church I know, a snoop dogg' s studio. | |
| Wide out the raps, blowing in my lap, | |
| Rap hennesy, keep the acid tap. | |
| I' m glad, that I didnt' t go down south, | |
| Take care of my kids, be the man of the house, | |
| orange mushrooms, and yellow stars, | |
| Fat bags of ??? | |
| Get in and lap, come on jump in, | |
| Raid a bottle of gin, and two of your freaky friends | |
| O it! Let' s go to see the point, | |
| Bring your son alone, t, he can hit the joint, | |
| Cause rapping, it' s a full time job! | |
| All I wanna smoke and praise God! | |
| Chorus: | |
| I wake up praising, God every day, | |
| I wanna.... smoke some and roll me the J, | |
| Thankya Jesus! Thankyou Jesus! | |
| Thankya Lord! Thankyou Lord! | |
| For lettin' me live another day! Hey! hey! | |
| Outro: | |
| Break it down.... yea | |
| We gonna slow it down rite here... | |
| We havin' Church up in here tonight, it' s the Reverend Rufuss Johnson... | |
| and we sittin' over here, | |
| at sixteen fiveo, cone it? | |
| and ladies and gentlemen, | |
| come in, praise God with us.. | |
| over chorus: | |
| Baptist, | |
| Catholic, | |
| Jahova Witness, | |
| yea, come praise God, | |
| yea! services, send it, | |
| at 420, | |
| brothers and sisters send it at 420! | |
| come on, praise God. | |
| Just coz you smoke don' t mean you a sinner! What!? | |
| Bizarre: speaking | |
| Just coz you smoke don' t mean you don' t believe in God! | |
| Jesus will keep care of ya! Jesus! | |
| You need Jesus! | |
| coughing |
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