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Dave Marshall - Weed God (THC)

Lyrics by Dave Marshall Chorus by Lloyd Smithers Music by Dojo Beatz All Rights Reserved ©2014 T-H to the mother fucking C Ripped with my homies, ain't no other place I'd rather be 'Cause I'm staight, from the mother fucking streets West coast born and raised, so that's what I rep today I pray to the Weed Gods, the masters of smoke Elevate my mind to the skies, and prophesize with a toke I choke, everytime I take a fat hit Of that lickety, stickety, ickety, puff, pass it 'Cause we goin' hard we goin' all night long Just chillin' with my homies as we packin' the bong Iron lungs, built specifically for chronics Aurora Indica, bubble gum kush and hydroponics Fresh oz's and qp's in a big bag Vaporizers, Macguyver's and fruity flavored Zig Zags Feelin' kind of burnt out, but now I'm over it I'm on a solo mission to get high, but it's covert We're smokin' that Indo No need to crack the window The weed is vaporizin' THC so appetizin' I'm a mother fuckin' weed god Singin' on a sweet song Take a hit from the green bong Pass it back and forth, like it's ping pong So pack up a blunt of that sweet fuckin' indo Everyone gather around, we gonna play Nintendo Mario, Legend of Zelda and Duck Hunt Button mash, I super smash my brain when I suck blunts We smokin' and tokin' and smokin' and tokin' and coughin' Growin' and flowin' to the beat, and now I'm choppin' We attackin' the mic every night and never stoppin' I'm floatin' on this track, like my name is Mary Poppins T-H to the mother fuckin' C Ripped with my homies, ain't no other place I'd rather be 'Cause I'm straight, from the mother fuckin' streets Think you can out smoke me? I think you're out of your league I pray to the weed gods, the masters of green Smokin' fat stacks, as soon as we step on the fuckin' scene Spleen, sore like a butt search cavity Last time I smoked, we broke the laws of gravity We're smokin' that Indo No need to crack the window The weed is vaporizin' THC so appetizin' I'm a mother fuckin' weed god Singin' on a sweet song Take a hit from the green bong Pass it back and forth, like it's ping pong 'Cause we goin' strong, we gonna get this done I've smoked every type of Ganja under the sun Third lung, built constructively for hooting Hash oil, resin and roaches and now I'm shooting Fresh puffed doobies and grams in to my cortex Frontal lobe now swirling like a vortex Feelin' kinda woozy, it's time to pass out 'Cause I'll be wakin' and bakin' in the mornin', with my stash out We're smokin' that Indo No need to crack the window The weed is vaporizin' THC so appetizin' I'm a mother fuckin' weed god Singin' on a sweet song Take a hit from the green bong Pass it back and forth, like it's ping pong We're smokin' that Indo No need to crack the window The weed is vaporizin' THC so appetizin' I'm a mother fuckin' weed god Singin' on a sweet song Take a hit from the green bong Pass it back and forth, like it's ping pong Comment, Like, Subscribe! :)