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reel wolf – grim reefer كلمات اغاني

[intro: bizarre]
i’m bout to fire up a blunt
bizarre n_gga! (we get high!)
shoutout to my n_ggas reel wolf!
d12!
and get high!

[verse 1: bizarre]
call your girlfriend up, tell her i want to smoke
i been sober, i put this d_ck in her throat
gas! you know i’m blazin’
cash! it’s so amazin’ (wooh)
bizarre b_ttf_ck your daughter (uh_huh)
f_ck the police, i’m just smoking at the border
i got pounds (yeah), i got zones (yeah)
when you in detroit, tom, hit my phone
i’m gone!

[verse 2: 1_ton]
i got a pocket full of condoms and a pound of weed (that smoke!)
a couple bottles of some vodka and some hennessy (yeah!)
a slab of shada and a couple hits of ecstasy (uh oh!)
let’s hope tonight will be the party of the century (yes!)
i’m getting baked, betty crocker of this rap game (uh oh!)
humboldt county, we invented over half the strains (that’s real!)
in over half the states weed is legal campaigns (what!)
now everyone think they’re a grow it, it’s a d_mn shame
i’m a weed sn0b, smoke until it k!lls me
dabbin’ on dan, all my globsters feel me (that’s for them!)
makin’ moves, i’m a functional stoner
i was havin’ growhouses back when you was just a b_n_r (uh huh!)
i’m a lifer in a movement that’ll recognize
i specialize in smoking kong and i can murder mics (woah!)
if you can’t understand the hype you just ain’t heard it right (yeah huh!)
my mind is on cloud nine, a stoner prototype
[chorus: ill bill]
the name’s bill, but you can call me the grim reefer
b_tches be reaching when they be poofing that piff deeper
the sinner, cheech & chong, cheefer eating the bong
like willie high on his tour bus singing a song
the name’s bill, but you can call me the grim reefer
b_tches be queefing when they be poofing that piff deeper
the sinner, cheech & chong, cheefer eating the bong
like snoop dogg on his tour bus singing a song

[verse 3: merkules]
i’m level headed off that medicine, a veteran with rolling trees
toasted off the dopest weed in humboldt, you get smoke for free (yeah)
you might get beat up if you got it by the ounce (come here!)
we’ve been caught up in a drought, i’m noddin’ off from under the couch
i get violent off that hybrid, i get evil on sativa
in my dreams i’m smoking reefer on the coast of costa rica
i’m a weedhead, they say i smoke so much i need dreads (guapo)
my eyes are beet red, the rasta with the cheap meds
you want a hit but you can’t have that sh_t (nuh uh!)
my doctor told me slow down, so i slap that b_tch
i give a f_ck, cause i’m like snoop in half baked
i’m the one who’s stealing roaches from your dooby ashtray
so what? ’cause i ain’t slowin’ down soon
i just bought a half ounce, i probably smoke it by noon (true)
and all i need is a lighter and some haze
grab the rifle and a gauge and f_ckin’ tighten up your faders
[verse 4: underrated]
yeah!
b_tch we burn trees
i’m high as f_ck like when i was fourteen
f_ck the morphine, i’m more a fiend for thc (right!)
learn your abcs before you f_ck with ogs, little peon, please
don’t get mad at me, she started poking me on facebook
it made me wonder if she gave me brain, how would her face look?
i raise h_ll and blame it on a dab hit
stand up to the mic, i go crazier than batsh_t
no in between (yeah!), i go to the extreme (let’s go!)
me without the weed is like magic without karim
i can’t stop writin’, i strike like lightning
n0body want to bite, i’m like a white mike tyson
when i was sixteen, i didn’t want to get a car
i just got high in my room and wrote sixteen bars
blazed out of my mind and i perfected my sick flow
you don’t like the way i rhyme? well, you can suck my d_ck slow

[chorus: ill bill]
the name’s bill, but you can call me the grim reefer
b_tches be reaching when they be poofing that piff deeper
the sinner, cheech & chong, cheefer eating the bong
like willie high on his tour bus singing a song
the name’s bill, but you can call me the grim reefer
b_tches be queefing when they be poofing that piff deeper
the sinner, cheech & chong, cheefer eating the bong
like snoop dogg on his tour bus singing a song
[verse 5: shallow pockets]
look, all the blood under your face! that leave a pothole
i keep blazing til i need to stop, drop, roll
tryin’ to tell ’em i buy it, i sell it
but i have no feelings so why are you frettin’? (p_ssy)
i’m so high i feel like i’m twenty foot tall (what?)
the super bowl got me blissed without a f_cking football
weed, that’s the real money on trees
leaf, cut it up, breathe, release, i exhale
i as well as my clientele is high as h_ll for buyin’ disguised like giant l’s
no papers, the vapers got me high as skyscr_pers
i just readied the lasers and are laughing in your faces
you want to reek, yeah, well put the seat back and smoke a weed bag
like i still sick, i need that, just a relapse
take a big hit, i can’t miss, i got an appointment
the raw two spliffs of sh_t, i’m double jointed

[verse 6: odoub]
ahh!
i smoked my life away, and as my wife would say
you lazy f_ck, go get a job, don’t sit home and get high today
forgetful jones, i lose a thought in a second
forget your name on a voicemail while recording a message
i watch wrestling, i swear it’s real
i powerbomb my daughter, never squeal
and you can ride the ferris wheel tomorrow, deal
i’m like a heel plottin’, feelin’ real rotten
til i smoke and i’m like “make sure, is that real cotton?”
i get high and think that 2pac’s alive
’cause one plus one equals two, two plus three equals 5
five plus four equals nine, and i ain’t sure if i’m goin’
but he’s in cuba, he’ll be comin’ back one day, i just know it
i watch macgyver on netflix, i try to make sh_t (explosion)
aww f_ck! there goes my bas_m_nt
it’s o deezy, b_tch, i got what you need
y’all heard that underworld 2? have you heard it on weed?

- reel wolf

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