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That Pot Track (What I'm About)
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This track's about my favorite past time...Blazin' it up, at the end I get a lil' crazy on some sh***.
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Straight from the ghetto of Colorado Springs to fuck up all you marks. Nonetheless, I still come with the psychotic illness that nobody dares to touch.
What up? The name's Rage and rage is what the fuck I do best. Murderous style mixed with tight beats and incredible lyrics. Peep game.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #892
Peak in subgenre #157
Author
Rage tha Immortal
Rights
Rage tha Immortal, 5-24-2005 at 4:58 PM ®
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May 24, 2005
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:32
Story behind the song
Shit Iunno what motivated me to write it, I just got blowd and thought it was time to write a track about smokin' bud.
Lyrics
Chorus: Bud's all the love I got/ Hit the pipe 'til the bowl's too hot// Then hit it a lil' bit mo'/ Smokin' it all gone fo' sho'// Peep me hittin'-this-weed/ Sufficient it's the stickiest-green/ I'm rippin'-it-sweet wit' a flip-inbetween// Pack the bud 'til the bowl-is-full/ Oh-my-Lawd I'm so-damn-stoned/ Jus' bought a q-bag an' I'm rollin'-it-all 'til I'm off-in-my-zone rockin'-like-OHHHH// See me tiltin' to the side bitch I ain't tryna-fart/ I'm flamin' up like-a-spark/ Takin' more hits than you at night-in-the-park wit' a knife-in-ya-heart/ Like-it-or-not I'ma be smokin' 'til I pass-on/ Then pass it back 'n take ya ass-on/ Buyin' up weed 'til all my cash-gone// Cash flows out my pocket an' to the dealer's-hand/ An' if I'm broke believe I get it back wit' the scrilla-damn/ Call me Cypress Hill cuz I hadda kill-a-maaan// I'm rollin' more blunts than-the-Ramseys/ You coughed an' dropped/ I laughed an' gasped "DAMN-YA-PANSY!"/ Grab-the-baggy cuz I'm frenna-get-high/ Me quit smokin'? In-a-pig's-eye!/ Grab the joint and deminish-it-like it-isn't-my-size// Can't we all jus' get-along an' rip-the-bong/ This shit's like a movie, but the script-is-wrong/ I'ma flip-this-on while you lick-a-dong// Please believe I get more green than the thickest-woods/ Jus' cleaned the screen an' my pipe's hittin'-good// Smokin' on some Northern-Lights/ Hit it so hard it feels like I'm bein' torn-inside but it's all for-the-right// Why drink 'n drive when you can smoke-'n-trip/ I'm hopin'-it's not asphixiatin' me cuz the smoke-is-thick/ Holy-shit I'm too blowd-for-this/ Take it to the chorus while I roll-this-spliff// Chorus: Bud's all the love I got/ Hit the pipe 'til the bowl's too hot// Then hit it a lil' bit mo'/ Smokin' it all gone fo' sho'// Ganj got me rocking back-'n-forth/ Try ta snatch-my-stash/ I'll grasp-the-gat an' blast-ya-whores/ Leave you lookin' like road kill smashed-ta-floors/ For weed I'll crash-through-doors/ Fuck goin' back-to-work/ I'd rather jus' snatch-a-purse// I'm magnificint on this everlastin'-high/ Never-clashin'-I gots ta be clever-and-sly/ Pull the lever-and-fly// On the catapault launchin' like a rocket to the weed-spot/ I'm overloadin' on smoke while you hopeless jokas scream "DUDE WE-ROCK!"// Rock-sucks I'm hawked-up on a lot's-bud cuz I just got-some/ Like you bitches ever really popped a Glock-huh/ Bitch I'll stalk ya knot-up// I smoke herb by-the-ounces/ You base heads die-on-couches/ I hit the buddah 'til I get high-as-mountains// And we ain't talkin' hills this is Rocky-Mountain-shit/ Got-me-poutin'-when I'm all out of the glorious-ganj/ Whores-we-jes'-gotta hit more-weed-than lawn-mowers/ I'm floatin' 'n tokin'/ You jus' got-lower// So when you see me hittin'-this-weed/ Bitch get back I'll start rippin'-ya-team/ Stickin'-ya-wig-piece-fulla-shells/ Bitches-get-hit-sweet-torn-ta-hell// I'm givin' off clouds-of-smoke/ You take it down-'n-choke/ You got clowned-fo'-sho'/ Talkin' how you was down-ta-smoke// Step up an' get smoked out-the-room/ My weed's a S.W.A.T. team and I doubt-ya-knew// Chorus: Bud's all the love I got/ Hit the pipe 'til the bowl's too hot// Then hit it a lil' bit mo'/ Smokin' it all gone fo' sho'// Lemme get a hit of the funky skunky crystal-bud/ 1 hit guarantees it's gonna be the shit-ya-love// I chop down trees like a lumber-jack/ Take huge puffs an' stumble-back/ Turn a blunt into crumbled-ash// In a matter'a-seconds/ Puff on the hydro and yo' bladder-gets-wrecked-quick/ Piss an' splatter-ya-pants-SICK// I told ya only souljahs hit-this-shit/ You hittin' moldy rolls'a dust weed that must be why you pricks-is-sick// We-smoke kilos of primo at-a-time/ Can't find bud bad-as-mine/ You can't oppose wit' that sad-ass-try// Smokin'-bud is only-good when you can hold-it-cuz// So pass up if you pass-out/ Cough on my weed an' get a smashed-mouth/ Leave you in a trashed-couch ass-out//
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