Tha Weed Song

Vanilla Ice

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    Now here's a Zig Zag story while I'm writing this song
    Sit back relax I'm igniting this bong
    Picture this sandy beaches dimes wearin thongs
    Serving mixed drinks to me all night long
    With me feet back puffin on my weed sack
    Shit you can't believe that people ask me
    Where you buy your trees at
    Got the Bombay Ganje lime green
    Sticky icky Ganja got me needing Visine
    Like a magic carpet ride come fly with me
    And this is for my homies that get high with me
    Just crack the Phillie open cause we keep on smoking
    Dimes rubbin on lotion
    Feet soaking in the ocean
    On a tropical Island staying sunny
    We outta Phillies take these skins somebody roll a Mummy
    Now people say money makes the world go round
    So come escape with me and let's puff on a pound.

    Chorus:
    So high fly through the sky
    And ride my life high
    Fly through the sky

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    No matter what you say
    Feeling so alright so Ire today
    Fire de go blaze
    No responsibility man
    No responsible
    Me I go rolling a fat blunt
    Smoking the fat blunt
    This is my goal.
    Take it easy Rastaman
    I will now go blaze
    From Kingston Jamaica
    Bombay to India
    Smoking in the air
    What da da da day
    Some of them are smoking
    Weed to take away frustration
    I and I do it for me aggravation
    Dreadlock to Babylon are selling everyday
    Come me say
    Bringing it back on the boat back to the USA
    With the ganja me floating me floating away
    Why not come and puff with me and then we go fly away

    Chorus repeat

    Well it's the sticky icky bomb Holmes
    Got the fat sacks puffier than Sean Combs
    It's the Ice man back blowin dookie out the nostrils
    In the studio creating shit that's colossal
    Apostle of the green bud see me bleemed up
    In my 430 Lexus off in Texas teamed up
    With the Darkman and we're blazing
    Some headbanging shit yo the Ice'll come equipped
    To spit with the best cause I'm all about mine
    I got dimes of smoke that'll make you float on cloud nine
    Then I shine just like a beacon in the night
    Pass me the Thai I get high on the mic
    For real a zig zag story for my peeps
    Bangin in the Jeeps while you slang it in the streets
    Like Napalm I'm way gone and now it's time to bounce
    It's the weed song come with me and smoke an ounce

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