Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Ricky Dunigan, Jordan Houston
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Three 6 MafiaBin Laden Lyrics:
[Juicy J talking:]
Mane check this shit out we was up in Chicago right
With my nigga big hamp the nigga pass me a blunt
Like smoke this shit nigga this some bin laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down south
What the fuck is bin laden weed its three different
Kinds of weed all grown together that shit some straight killer
Them Chicago niggaz call it bin laden mane some straight fie
[Chorus x4]
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby brown
Who got Bin laden weed
[DJ Paul]
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my hoe
Sometimes I feel like I got to get high
to hang round niggaz I know
I sped it up on weed I slowed it down on snow
Cause I seen so many niggaz fall off that blow
One day they got it all the next aint shit to show
So off that nasal, my nizzle, I had to cut that hoe
but now I'm feeling happy I'm on that binny bin laden
And niggaz is acting like they don't know
what the fuck just happened
My vision getting blurry I'm about to fall asleep
Or am I dying I need to eat cause this some potent weed
My life start flashing like holograms like right in front
Of my own face I never felt this way on one blunt
I see my son gaining life and my daddy losing his
And old girlfriends and niggaz I shouldn't hung with
The picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath
I'm blacking out with no pulse up under my shirt sleeve
[Chorus x4]
[Juicy J]
Well since I'm on bin laden let me tell you a story
Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn't do nothing for me
Gave a whole lot of cheese said I fucked him and shit
Smoked a whole lot of weed so they seem to forget
Who bought those trucks and those cars gave you bitches and hoes
Who told you ass to take a bath when you thought you was raw
Mane I tell you he a killer when we talk on the phone
When you see him face to face he'll leave you alone
That's why I'm smoking on this fucking bin laden
All my niggaz in the hood they got it
Take one little puff you a addict
Take a gun to the head means tragic
Boy I tell you like this we can smoke it anywhere
In front of police station with a six pack of beer
Seven a.m. in the morning just watching people stare
Let 'em point them damn fingers say they wild over there
[Chorus x4]
[Lord Infamous]
Ey ey its glowing like its indigo I smell it through the bag
I'm floating like a magic carpet straight from baghdad
From my brains from my blood from my lungs from the dutches
Cant just let this piff simply just escape from my clutches
Cause its the substance I'm loving I'm buzzing
Smoking like an oven huffing and puffing
this aint Indonesia, Colombian or Cali man
its a bio weapon straight from the taliban
[Crunchy black]
Do you remember me from smoking good weed
Break it down roll it up give me endones
Do you remember me from no sticks no seeds
then remember me from putting you on this laden weed
Get yo funds together and come and go and see
I'm gone take you on the strip where bin laden be
This one blunt action you'll have to smoke and see
Have you choking, falling out with your family
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