SINGER: Three-Six Mafia

SONG:Bin Laden Weed

Mane nigga check dis shit out we was up in chicago right
with my nigga big hamp you know what i'm sayin? tha nigga pass me a blunt mane
like smoke this shit nigga this some bin laden weed
y'all don't know nothing bout dis down south
what tha fuck is bin laden weed? mane said dat shit is like three different kinds of weed mane grown all together said that shit some straight killer
them chicago nuggaz call it bin laden mane some straight fie
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who got dat hydro
who got dat light green
who got dat bobby brown
who got bin laden weed
I swear sometimes i gotta get high to hang around my ho
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 and aint got shit to show
so i came to my natures i had to cut that hoe
so know 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 bout to fall asleep
or am i dying i need to eat cuz this some poutin weed
my life start flashing like holograms like right in front
of my own face i never felt this way off one blunt
i see my son gainin' life and my dad losin' his
and old girlfriendz and niggaz i shouldn't hung with
tha picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath
i'm blacking out with no pulse up under my shirt and sleeve
Chorus 4x'z
Well since i'm on bin laden lemme tell you a story
bout these three pussy rappers who couldn't do nutin' for me
gave a whole lot of cheese said i fucked him his shit
smoked a whole lot of weed so they seem to forget
who bought trucks and you 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 killa 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 fuckin' bin laden
all my niggaz in the hood they got it
take one lil 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 dem point they damn fingers say they wild over there
Chorus 4x'z
Ey ey its glowin' like its indigo i smell it through the bag
i'm floatin' like a magic carpet straight from bagdad
from my brain from my blood from my lungs from tha dutches
cant jus let this reefer just escape from my a conscious
cuz its the substance i'm loving i'm buzzing
smokin' like a narven huffin' and puffin'
came from tha indonesia, colombian or kaliman
or its by tha welfare straight from the taliban
Do you remember me from smoking good weed?
break it down roll it up give it the indo need
do you remember me from no sticks no seeds?
or do you remember me from puttin' you on this laden weed?
get yo funds together and come go and see
i'm gon take you on the strip where bin laden be
this one blunt action you'll have to smoke and see
have you chokin', fallin' out wit yo family
Chorus 4x'z