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
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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