Baby Bash Weed Hand Lyrics

Weed Hand Lyrics

[Chorus:]

Sometimes da game got me stressin partner i can't lie

I roll
me a sweet smash off n da ride a whole piece i aint never lied

I put my
weed hand n da sky

I put my weed hand n da sky

I respect it for da luv
of life

A whole piece i aint never lied

I put my weed hand in da
sky

I put my weed hand in da sky



[V1:]

The smokes killing off
my lungs and appendix.It's baby bash the modern day jimmy hendrix.deep

down
in texas,dope house is so relentless.the fluff is endless.smokin wit my lawer
and my

dentist.Feelin stupendiss wanna come to my quarter stacks.Smokin on
greener reef.singing boby

to dem older cats.(bobby brown)Dem dolger sax,wit
a coffee grinder at my mercy.Dun rolled a

lax wit a highspeed chasers ones
dat coudn't curch me.Cocked mouthed and thirsty gotta keep my

spirit lifted
though.My spiritual,lyrical,it's hydromyrical.I'm comin visious though,wit
a

fully loaded off dat durby. feelin so worthy cuz my vacume lungs are like
dat curby.and don't

desturb me when i'm floatin to my foriegn land.You no
fo' sho' i keep my pipe in my weed

hand.My weed hand is something i don't
disrestpect.Your weed hand throw it up and represent

your
weed.



[Chorus:]



[V2:]

I'ma gonna admit it and you know
i'm wid it.begin his life,got his only one and split it.Lit

it up wit my
nephew.and now i'm floatin.My crown is broaken.soakin up my
soal.sippen

styraphone cups.choken now i'm low.If you ridden on us dats
cool but pass da joint.diamonds

flyin and you just had to go.cuz u dun cast
da vote.and i didn't even get a hit.no not even a

little bit.so now help me
get rid of dis.baby girl don't disrespecr the luv.and i can't see

dat.ask
where we get the best of bud.put up ur weed
hand.



[Chorus:]



[V3:]

Man i been down dis way before.i
hit da bong back up and blow.I'm too damn high don't pass me

no mo'.I blaze
drown,sip on a four.stayin high i'm on a note.u can smell da bong all on
my

clothes.man look at my eyes they bout to b closed.I'm choken dudes up
out hte room wit my weed

hand in the sky.I'm stayin blowed on octamodes and
i'm leanin half da time.I'm stayin high and

i hustle fool.don't be at home
up on my ass gotta get up and glock sum cash.

hoes thinkin they gonna smoke
for free.but not wit a young P.I.M.P.Just cuz i'm young don't

mean i'm
dumb.Red microphones now blaze sum of dat greener reef.and pour sum of dat
purple

stuff.down here we smokin bud.ya i no u herd of
us.



[Chorus:]



ending outro:My weed hand,put ur weed hand in
da sku,my weed hand,east west,my weed

hand,north south,something we can all
relate to,my weed hand.