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!)