Baby Bash - Weed Hand Lyrics

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Chorus:
Sometimes da game got me stressin partner i can't lie
I roll me a sweet smash off n da ride a whole piece i aint never lied
I put my weed hand n da sky
i put my weed hand n da sky
i respect it for da luv of life
a whole piece i aint never lied
i put my weed hand in da sky
i put my weed hand in da sky

V1:
The smokes killing off my lungs and appendix
It's baby bash the modern day jimmy hendrix
deep down in texas,
dope house is so relentless
the fluff is endless
smokin wit my lawer and my dentist
Feelin stupendiss wanna come to my quarter stacks
Smokin on greener reef
singing boby to dem older cats
(bobby brown)Dem dolger sax
wit a coffee grinder at my mercy
Dun rolled a lax wit a highspeed chasers ones dat coudn't curch me
Cocked mouthed and thirsty gotta keep my spirit lifted though
My spiritual,lyrical,it's hydromyrical
I'm comin visious though,
wit a fully loaded off dat durby
feelin so worthy cuz my vacume lungs are like dat curby
and don't desturb me when i'm floatin to my foriegn land
You no fo' sho' i keep my pipe in my weed hand
My weed hand is something i don't disrestpect
Your weed hand throw it up and represent your weed

chorus:

V2:
I'ma gonna admit it and you know i'm wid it
begin his life,got his only one and split it
Lit it up wit my nephew
and now i'm floatin
My crown is broaken
soakin up my soal
sippen styraphone cups
choken now i'm low
If you ridden on us dats cool but pass da joint
diamonds flyin and you just had to go
cuz u dun cast da vote
and i didn't even get a hit
no not even a little bit
so now help me get rid of dis
baby girl don't disrespecr the luv
and i can't see dat
ask where we get the best of bud
put up ur weed hand

Chorus:

V3:
Man i been down dis way b4
i hit da bong back up and blow
I'm too damn high don't pass me no mo'
I blaze drown,sip on a 4
stayin high i'm on a note
u can smell da bong all on my clothes
man look at my eyes they bout to b closed
I'm choken dudes up out hte room wit my weed hand in the sky
I'm stayin blowed on octamodes and i'm leanin half da time
I'm stayin high and i hustle fool
don't be at home up on my ass gotta get up and glock sum cash
hoes thinkin they gonna smoke for free
but not wit a young P.I.M.P
Just cuz i'm young don't mean i'm dumb
Red microphones now blaze sum of dat greener reef
and pour sum of dat purple stuff
down here we smokin bud
ya i no u herd of us

chorus:

ending outro:
My weed hand,
put ur weed hand in da sky,
my weed hand,
east west,
my weed hand,
north south,
something we can all relate to,
my weed hand.

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lyrics submitted by alejandra
lyrics corrected by Robert