Bagz - Twiztid

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 freek of the night

With excessable roach clips, bongs and weed pipes

We comin wit the straight 28, a full oz

Only fuckin wit the weed you can keep the nose bleed

Mash on you haters, actin' like you know me?

Twiztid motherfucker, what you got on my trees?

I smoke it down to the ash

Burning lips and finger tips

On for helly shit and take no bullet and passin' it

Right to the ashtray where it belongs

From the bag to the J to the tray to the bong

Smoke alotta weed, cloud nine

Space flying, people try to front like I don’t

But I can see inside 'em

Put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session

And I’mma smoke it all up quick without question

I hope you brought the papers

You know I brought the trees

So roll another joint

And hand that bitch to me

We do this everyday

So come get high with me

No matter what they tell us this is reality

Eyes blue, out red — I’m lookin' faded

Clothes stank like bud

And my finger tips 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 to 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 bitches

It ain’t no smokin' for free

If you ain’t fuckin' with me

Don’t put your lips up on my muthafuckin' 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, in the driveways

In the casket I keep an axe and a fat sack with the zig zags

For the 2 blunt trademark trees

Every studio session we gettin' sparked

We smoke weed everyday

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' niggas get the fuck outside

Only weed smokers up in this bitch tonight

Thick clouds of weed smoke, green like Kryptonite

I don’t drink, shoot-up, or take X

Only three loves in life is bud, death, and sex

Gimme gimme green leafs laced up with hashish

When your ridin' dirty, watch for police

Listen and learn cuz I would never steer you wrong

Knowledge is accumulated like resins in bongs