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  1. Weedbag

Lyrics

Are my smokers in this muthafucka?(Hell yeah!)Are my smokers in this muthafucka?(Hell yeah!)- VERSE -It’s about that time to go/to spit some more of that magic in the microphone/but before I get to straight taking over the game/I gotta get my mind right, take a bowl to the brain/so I takes me a seat and I start relaxing/got my lighter and my piece, now it’s on to packing/but something’s not right when I feel my pocket/Yo, I can’t find my bag, shit - I must have dropped it/this is not the kind of “L” I need right now/I’ve been putting in work and it’s the weekend, how/in the what did I do, I mean I thought I had it/then suddenly POOF, now it’s gone like magic/so I sprint to the car, maybe it’s still inside/this is the kinda bullshit that’s gonna kill my high/but I’m damn low and now my bag doesn’t exist/man that’s fifty bucks, my wife’s gonna be pissed/- HOOK -I’ve lost my weedbag…(…back, back, forth and forth…)can’t find my weedbag…(…back, back, forth, I’m looking…)I’ve lost my weedbag…(…back, back, forth and forth…)can’t find my weedbag…(…back, back, forth, I’m searching…)- VERSE -So I’ve flipped couch cushions, traced my steps/and I’m about to stress out, I need to take a breath/man, I hope one of my neighbors didn’t pick it up/I’ll slap ‘em in the face like I don’t give a …./STOP! this is my own damn fault, I suppose I’ll focus/it didn’t just get up and walk like hocus pocus/it’s gotta be somewhere, but I’ve looked all over/feel like I’ve hit my head, having a football moment/I gotta get to work, the mic is on/and I can spit without a hit and drop a mighty bomb/but nothing even comes close to being in the zone/the weed makes me lovely, the liquor don’t/and so I gotta leave no stone unturned/even looking in the fridge, this is so ubsurd/this is driving me nuts, time is flying past/before I choke a bitch, I gotta find my stash/- HOOK -I’ve lost my weedbag…(…back, back, forth and forth…)can’t find my weedbag…(…back, back, forth, I’m looking…)I’ve lost my weedbag…(…back, back, forth and forth…)can’t find my weedbag…(…back, back, forth, I’m searching…)- VERSE -I’ve looked high and low and every god damn place/I’m ‘bout to comb the whole earth, even outer space/how could she vanish in to thin air without a trace/missing Mary Jane already, dreaming about her taste/man I’m blown as hell, I need to take a shit/and then I reach into my pants and … wait - what’s this?/Are my smokers in this muthafucka?(Hell yeah!)Are my smokers in this muthafucka?(Hell yeah!)
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