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Ill Magill
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #98
Peak in subgenre #16
Author
Ill Magill
Rights
Tyler Magill/ Bravado Beats '07
Uploaded
August 25, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:34
Lyrics
Verse 1
toss me a bag of weed/ it's what i need/ to achieve feats as unbelievable/ as evil kenevil/ jumpin the Ceaser's steam pools/ in 68' when he broke both his legs dude/ i get the best stanky dank off my main man El Dandy/ as he hands me a half gram of hash hesh i get ansy/ to pack my gravity bong/ with a fresh nug/ a puff the purple haze until my lungs give up/ until my tounge goes numb and i cough up blood/ and mucous so putrid/ i start pukin up oddles of gooey fluids/ chow down on ichie ban noodles and apple strudles/ to induse retrobution/ for the nutrients in losing/ boozein usually spells bad news when im smokin doobies/ thats why i choose to/ puff thru the tubes/ of bongs and hookies/ until i get so flupy and cooky/ i grap toy uzis/ and become a moving target for plastic darts to shoot me/
Chourus
Puff, Puff Pass/
that joint to the right/ make sure the papers rolled up tight/ and we'll just blaze weed all night/ and puff puff/
Puff, Puff, Pass/
that joint to the left/ that shit will help u forget/ everything that makes u upset/ so pass that shit
Verse 2
I remember the first and only time i was jacked for weed/ it was back in 98'/ chillin at stampede/ we were approched by three/ chinese guys/ that wanted us to buy bud from them/ but somthin didn't feel right/ i decided to invite one along to blaze/ but we had no lighter, no pipe, and no paps/ he did/ pulled out my sack and to my dismay/ snached right outta my hand like a priceless ming vase/ i was enrage as i gazed/ at my pot start to walk away/ with the legs it just sprouted/ i turned to the asailant to say/ consider this/ like a junkie needin a fix/ i ain't pissed u stole my weed/ but atleast leave me a nugget/ he did/ but we left our utensils at home/ had to break into the top level bar/ of the saddledome/ and roam and rummage/ thru rubble, garbage and trash/ to find an old pop can/ and a book of matches/
Chourus
Puff, Puff Pass/
that joint to the right/ make sure the papers rolled up tight/ and we'll just blaze weed all night/ and puff puff/
Puff, Puff, Pass/
that joint to the left/ that shit will help u forget/ everything that makes u upset/ so pass that shit
Verse 3
