Tonart: A minor•
Intro 1
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
Verse 1
Hey, where I go,
Em
Am
Em
Am
people askin' me, yo, Dilla, you smoke weed,
and I just tell them, yeah!
Em
Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Two weeks later, they smokin' weed
Em
That's what I'm talkin' about
Am
Em
I ain't here to tell you not
Everybody get high
Em
Am
I'm here to apply the pressure
Em
Am
You, you, you and you, you and you
Come down to the deep
Em
I got some shit to blow your mind
Am
Em
Come near my bill
Am
and leave the car at the pressure
The pressure
Come near my bill
and leave the car at the pressure
Em
Am
The pressure
Yo what up my nigga
What up with your world
Em
Am
Just got off the cell with this girl
What's up with y 'all
Em
Yeah kid you know what we
What? What the hell
Come on, it's puffer too
Yeah
Money draws bees like dookie draws flies
Em
Am
Just like the weed draws me to get high
Em
Now I'm not tryin' to bend your arm
Am
Em
I just want you to take a hit up the bum,
Em
Am
Come on, cool it, I'm not foolish
Em
Quit pullin' my leg,
Am
baitin' me like Cob b
My name ain't Craig and
Em
Am
I ain't lost my job
Don't mind bein' odd
Am
And y 'all cornerin' me
Em
Am
ain't stoppin' me from doin' it
Nigga, focus on that,
Em
I ain't part of doin' it
Em
I'm thinkin' about it real
Am
Let it change your whole
Em
Am
style and feel
Em
Am
C'mere my pill, let me apply the pressure,
Em
Am
the pressure
Em
Am
C'mere my pill, let me apply the pressure,
Am
Em
I got the smoke to blow your mind,
Am
I got some juice to blow your mind
I got the smoke to blow your mind,
Em
I got some juice to blow your mind
Am
C'mon man, y 'all acting like this
is supposed to raise me to the clouds
The kush we smokin' on
Em
Am
would make Bob Marley proud
And he was one of the illest
Bitch, one of the illest ever
Em
He smoked mine trees an
Am
d still remained clean
Alright, I guess you're right
Ain't no need to guess, put us to the test
Em
Ask your questions alphabet
Am
ically
Em
Am
Okay, hypothetically, if I did take a hit
Do I necessarily need to be
Em
Am
tastin' on your spit?
I mean, shoot, I ain't shed a straw
Em
Am
since the fourth grade
Yeah, but don't you know the chicks
Em
like to smoke and get laid?
Em
Am
it ain't gonna hurt you once
Quit bein' a punk,
Em
go ahead and hit the floor
Am
You wanna take a long time
Am
Depends on the brother
or sis who's puffin'
Em
Am
Ay yo, stop that bluffin'
like you givin' a survey
Em
Am
And let us serve the hay
to get your mind aligned
Dm
To the ways of the master
Am
Em
Am
Man, I seen it cast a spell
Em
The plenty to many brain cells
Em
Of leads to fulfill wants and needs
Am
I heard it's like a gateway
Em
to doin' more than we need, man
Am
Man, I love my relationship,
Em
Am
I'm no quitter
Mary Jane's my first love
Am
But when I feel paranoid,
Em
all your questions are void
Em
Come on, man, for once, get high!
Am
Em
I got the shoot to blow your mind
Am
I got the shoot to blow your mind
I got the shoot to blow your mind
I got the shoot to blow your mind
Em
Hey, you don't gotta do anything
that you don't wanna
Am
But it's not gonna change you
Em
or ruin your per sona
Am
Yeah, but what if I can't stop?
Em
I ain't with being a waddy
Am
Dan, please tell him to
stop being so dramatic
Just take a hit
and let the weed do the trick
Come on, quit acting like a bitch
I could blaze the weed
Em
Am
and you could make ex cuses
Now you're gonna smell the
smoke
my greenest weed produces
You probably like the smell too,
you probably wouldn't admit it
You probably wanna hit too
Em
Am
You're clearly in denial
Em
Am
How do you know?
Em
Come on, let us give you a trial
Am
Em
Let us put you at ease with these trees
Am
With the power to heal
Em
and put your mind at peace
Am
Em
Increase the level of the highness
Em
accumulating through your blindness
Am
Em
Come here my peer
Am
Let me apply the pressure
Em
Am
The pressure, the pressure
Am
Let me apply the pressure
Em
Am
The pressure, the pressure
Em
I the smoke to blow your mind
Am
Em
Am
I got the shit to blow your mind
I got the smoke to blow
Em
Am
Em
Am
your mind
Em
Am
Let me say something,
Em
Am
if you just started smoking,
Em
Am
please don't smoke too much.
Em
Am
But uh, to all my smokers,
Em
Am
Em
yeah, let's get em.
Am
Em
Apply pressure,
Am
let's apply the pressure.
Em
Am
Em
Let's get em y
Am
'all,
Outro 1
Am
Am
Wie hat dir der Song gefallen?
Du musst dich , um eine Bewertung abzugeben.
TunerE A D G B E
Akkorde & SongtexteAm Em Dm
Mehr Songs von Cypress Hill
Entdecke Akkorde für mehr Songs zum Spielen
Beliebte Akkorde weltweit
Meistgespielte Akkorde & Tabs aller Nutzer
Neu hinzugefügt
Kürzlich hinzugefügte Akkorde & Tabs