Weed & Drinks

Lyrics

O.C. ft. A.G. - "Weed & Drinks" [Emcee(s): A.G. and O.C.] [Producer(s): Buckwild] [Sample (Multiple Elements): Chuck Mangione - "Love the Feeling" (0:01)] [Verse 1: A.G.] Wanna blow it? So roll it, breathe in, and hold it Then you pass to whoever's the closest Do I grow it? You know it. Believe me, I'm focused It's O. and A.G., and we drink it and smoke it I gotta have it, it's a habit. I don't even pass it You mean, "Am I an addict?" Nah, I just smoke a lot Son, I even stash it. One of these is magic My P.O. acting like I'm supposed to stop In Amsterdam, it's grams in them coffee shops In N.Y., I get as high as them astronauts. I spend Enough to cop something hot off the lot, and I can tell How strong it is if I cough or not I puff the magic dragon, I got an ounce In every pocket—that's why my pants is sagging I'm Bombay to Mumbai, smoke out my roommate And I should stop, but, at this point, it's too late Lungs bleed 'cause, son, you need that weed. Can't front If I don't puff, I'ma eat that weed And it's with me in the clutch (Uh huh), my sixteens get mean When I slam dunk a fifty and a Dutch Inhale, then it hit me in the gut Let it out. So real, it kick me in the nuts. Y'all Know me: beats is pumping, freaks is thumping Proceed, ghetto bastard gotta have it. I smoke Trees, I keep puffing, I'ma fucking O.D I tote shit and roll with parolees Keep it moving or you're catching a wild rif'. We're getting Dirty, no more living a foul life. Since a Baby, they be saying, "That child trife." It's A.G And O.C., and we living a Wild Life [Interlude: O.C.] Wanna fuck with that weed? Go see A. Wanna get your liver dirty? Come see me [Hook: A.G. and O.C.] Son, I'm Twisted off the herbs, but I'll roll another blunt. Man, I'm About to straight hurl, but I'ma pour another cup A couple more sips, just a few more puffs Bon Appetit, y'all. Throw your L's and your drinks up [Verse 2: O.C.] Bars get poured out, liqs get poured out Chicks get drawn out the woodwork somehow Remy and cranberry, thug passion's heavy Twisted to the point I can't hold a drink steady A's puffing his Dutch, I'm numb off gin with the Orange juice blend in my vein, it's no pain On some Al Green things, "Love and Happiness" Finesse like the Remy Red and Coke in his chest. We get it Liver than sipping a screwdriver (Word bond) The 151's like a volcano with lava Jack Daniels hit you like a .38 revolver Vodka straight will have you hanged over tomorrow Take a sip, A, fuck that weed Get your liver dirty, nigga, do it for me On the count of three, I'll puff the traum at the same time You hit the Remy head-on (One, one, two, two, three, three) [Hook: A.G. and O.C.] Roll it, spark it, pass if you can't hold it Pour it, drink it, hurl it if you can't control it I'm folded off this L, and I'ma roll another blunt. Man, I'm About to straight hurl, but I'ma pour another cup A couple more sips, just a few more puffs Bon Appetit, y'all. Throw your L's and your drinks up O.C. and A.G., yo, we drink it and smoke it