Ganja Ganja
Yo ganja, ganja
Really I don't pass the weed
Nobody higher than me
Some days smoke than I breathe
Addicted to THC, I
Keep lighting 'til I have three eyes
Room full of smoke you can't see
Trust me I really do need mine
I can not live without, I'm a keep blazing that
Yo ganja, ganja
Like a sacrifice I offer
The more of you I break down and burn, the more I prosper
More marijuana, to make me feel like sky's the limit
I get higher, and forget 'bout the sky, once I'm in it
This life I'm living, I shake my head, this life I'm living
There ain't no rest for the wicked, no sleep for the sinning
This life too violent, my momma and my girl crying
In their dreams I keep dying, and I live like a pirate
I get real big cash, sometimes dressed like a bum
'Cause I could steal yo' ho, with a bottle of rum
And all these wannabe moving-weight cats think they got what it takes
The only question that I pose is why they ain't in my place
Shit I don't pass the weed, and I don't pass the mic
I'm serving pies, you wanna eat, you better act polite
And get it straight, when we cut, we don't need no knife
Your bitch a fiend, she hit my line when she need the pipe
Yo ganja, ganja
Really I don't pass the weed
Nobody higher than me
Some days smoke than I breathe
Addicted to THC, I
Keep lighting 'til I have three eyes
Room full of smoke you can't see
Trust me I really do need mine
I can not live without, I'm a keep blazing that
Really I don't pass the weed
Nobody higher than me
Some days smoke than I breathe
Addicted to THC, I
Keep lighting 'til I have three eyes
Room full of smoke you can't see
Trust me I really do need mine
I can not live without, I'm a keep blazing that
Yo ganja, ganja
Like a sacrifice I offer
The more of you I break down and burn, the more I prosper
More marijuana, to make me feel like sky's the limit
I get higher, and forget 'bout the sky, once I'm in it
This life I'm living, I shake my head, this life I'm living
There ain't no rest for the wicked, no sleep for the sinning
This life too violent, my momma and my girl crying
In their dreams I keep dying, and I live like a pirate
I get real big cash, sometimes dressed like a bum
'Cause I could steal yo' ho, with a bottle of rum
And all these wannabe moving-weight cats think they got what it takes
The only question that I pose is why they ain't in my place
Shit I don't pass the weed, and I don't pass the mic
I'm serving pies, you wanna eat, you better act polite
And get it straight, when we cut, we don't need no knife
Your bitch a fiend, she hit my line when she need the pipe
Yo ganja, ganja
Really I don't pass the weed
Nobody higher than me
Some days smoke than I breathe
Addicted to THC, I
Keep lighting 'til I have three eyes
Room full of smoke you can't see
Trust me I really do need mine
I can not live without, I'm a keep blazing that
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Writer(s): Corey Powell
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