Tha Weed Song

Lyrics

[Intro: Vanilla Ice] Bring the goods, bring the goods! Right, right! [Verse 1: Vanilla Ice] 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 Philly open 'cause we keep on smokin' 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 [Hook: Vanilla Ice] So high, fly through the sky And ride my life high Fly through the sky And ride my life high [Post-Hook: Vanilla Ice] Ride! Ride! Ride! Ride! Legalize it! [Verse 2: Rahan & Vanilla Ice] No ma-no ma-no ma-no ma-no-matter what you say Feeling so alright, so Ire today Fire de go blaze Living condition, me smokin' it every day! 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 a da-da-da-day Some of them are smokin' weed to take away frustration I and I do it for me aggravation Dreadlock to Babylon are selling everyday (Boo!) 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? [Hook: Vanilla Ice] So high, fly through the sky And ride my life high Fly through the sky And ride my life high [Verse 3: Vanilla Ice] Uh, uh, well it's the lime green sticky-icky bomb Holmes Got the fat sacks, puffier than Sean Combs It's the Iceman back, blowin' dookie out the nostrils In the studio, creating shit that's colossal Apostle of the green bud, see me bleamed up In my 430 Lex off in Texas, teamed up With the Darkman and I'm 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 Well it's Napalm, I'm way gone, and now it's time to bounce It's the weed song, come with me and smoke an ounce [Hook: Vanilla Ice & Rahan] So high, fly through the sky And ride my life high Fly through the sky And ride my life high Fly through the sky And ride my life high (Boo!) Fly through the sky (And the people say "come, come follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, fly away") And ride my life high (And we gon' ride with a bomb weed, with choppin' and rollin' and smokin' and chokin' and tokin' it everyday, I agree)