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The lyrics of "Bagz" paint a vivid picture of a lifestyle centered around cannabis consumption. The opening lines immediately establish a scene of heavy smoking, with "mad bagz of weed" setting the tone. This isn't just casual use; it's presented as a defining characteristic, a badge of identity. The repeated assertion, "If it ain't green it ain't us," underscores this commitment, positioning weed as the ultimate litmus test for belonging within their circle. The narrator's world is saturated with the scent of cannabis, a smell that even evokes a sense of rebellion, reminding parents of "the incubus" and marking them as "freak[s] of the night." The core tension in the lyrics lies in the unapologetic embrace of this lifestyle, contrasting it with societal judgment and the expectations of "average folks." The narrators are keenly aware that their habits are excessive, admitting, "We smokin' entirely too much trees for average folks." Yet, they defiantly reject any notion of conformity, stating, "But I never said that I was average, I like to smoke." This defiance is further amplified by their dismissiveness towards non-smokers, telling them to "get the fuck outside!" The lyrics establish a clear in-group/out-group dynamic, where shared consumption is the primary form of connection and validation. The craft of the lyrics relies heavily on sensory details and a relentless focus on the act of smoking. Images like "Eyes blew out red," "Clothes stink like bud," and "thick clouds of weed smoke" immerse the listener in the experience. The progression of consumption is detailed, from "the bag to the J to the tray to the bong," highlighting the ritualistic nature of their habit. A particularly striking comparison is made between the accumulated "knowledge" and "resins in bongs," suggesting that their experience with weed has led to a unique, albeit unconventional, form of wisdom. This metaphor elevates their pastime beyond mere recreation, framing it as a source of insight and personal growth, however niche. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics stems from their raw, unvarnished portrayal of a subculture and its values. The repeated chorus, "No matter what they tell us, this is reality," serves as a powerful declaration of self-acceptance and defiance against external criticism. The lyrics don't attempt to justify or apologize for their lifestyle; instead, they present it as an immutable truth, a fundamental aspect of their identity. This unwavering conviction, coupled with the vivid, sensory language, creates a compelling and immersive narrative for those who resonate with this particular reality.

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Bagz

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[Intro] Started smokin'- Mad bagz of weed- [Verse 1: Jamie Madrox & Monoxide] If it ain't green it ain't us, your parents hate us Because we smell like cannabis and remind 'em of the incubus Another freak of the night With accessible roach clips, bongs, and weed pipes We comin' with the straight 28, a full OZ Only fuckin' with the weed, you can keep the nosebleed Mash on you haters, actin' like you know me Twiztid, motherfucker, what you got on my trees? I smoke it down to the ass end, burnin' lips and fingertips Coughin' helly shit, I take a pull and then I'm passin' it Right into the ashtray where it belongs From the bag to the J to the tray to the bong Smoke a lot of weed, cloud nine, space ridin' People try to front like they don't, but I can see inside 'em Put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session And I'ma smoke it all up quick without question [Chorus: Jamie Madrox] I hope you brought the papers, you know I brought the trees So roll another joint and hand that bitch to me We do this every day, so come get high with me No matter what they tell us, this is reality [Verse 2: Jamie Madrox & Monoxide] Eyes blew out red, I'm lookin' faded Clothes stink like bud and my fingertips is always resonated We burnin' ganja with the windows up I got a Q.P. of good green rolled, ready to puff We smokin' entirely too much trees for average folks But I never said that I was average, I like to smoke Mad bags of weed, no stems, no seeds All I really want and all I really need I gotta tell you bitches, it ain't no smokin' for free If you ain't fuckin' with me, don't put your lips up on my motherfuckin' tree Wrap your surroundings like a zig zag Light your whole block with a flame and take a big drag! We blaze trees on the highways, in the driveways In the casket, I keep an axe and a fat sack with the zig zags For the two-blunt trademark trees Every studio session we gettin' sparked! [Chorus: Jamie Madrox] I hope you brought the papers, you know I brought the trees So roll another joint and hand that bitch to me We do this every day, so come get high with me No matter what they tell us, this is reality [Verse 3: Jamie Madrox & Monoxide] We smoke weed every day, regardless what you say And every single night with the get-right You need to get up and shut up with all that pride And all you non-smokin' niggas, get the fuck outside! Only weed smokers up in this bitch tonight Thick clouds of weed smoke, green like Kryptonite I don't drink, shoot-up, or take X Only three loves in life is bud, death, and sex! Gimme, gimme green leaves laced up with hashish When you're ridin' dirty, watch for police Listen and learn, 'cause I would never steer you wrong Knowledge has accumulated like resins in bongs [Chorus: Jamie Madrox] I hope you brought the papers, you know I brought the trees So roll another joint and hand that bitch to me We do this every day, so come get high with me No matter what they tell us, this is reality I hope you brought the papers, you know I brought the trees So roll another joint and hand that bitch to me We do this every day, so come get high with me No matter what they tell us, this is reality

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Writers: Monoxide
Madrox
Fritz “The Cat” Vankosky

Bagz

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