Jive

Old weed
Cigarette that we must all depend on
Marijuana

Old weed
Ones beginning and just should too end on
Marijuana

It's the kind of stuff that dreams are made of
It's the stuff that white folks
Are afraid of

Up in Harlem
We go on a
Marijuana jive

I rip bongs
I make songs
I take thongs
Don't wanna hang around
Cause She hates that I been gone

I spread cheeks Lick crack like addicts
3 white girls getting passed all over the mattress

My kush will knock you off your feet
Woman love hide and seek
There always hiding in my sheets
I want Shalom I want peace
The arteries are green inside the heart of the beast
Cause when I tried too slit my wrists I healed the wounds with my weed

If I couldn't spit
I wouldn't take none of this
But I'm down for the hustle cos I got money too get
I couldn't beg cos opportunity has favoured my face
The music I been making gonna make my granddaughter rich

Put steel in my face I want my 2 minutes of fame
I'm in agony cos knowledge is pains

I write notes
I roll roach
I take tokes
I don't pass if your agenda stems off a joke

Roll up my second Jesus piece can Jesus reach us

I rip bongs
I make songs
I take thongs
Don't wanna hang around because She hates that I been gone

I spread cheeks Lick crack like addicts
3 white girls getting passed all over the mattress



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Cole
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