Pass It Around

(álbum: Cloud Nine - 2007)

THE BOB MARLEY GETS US SUPER-DUPER HIGH!
THE BOB MARLEY GETS US SUPER-DUPER HIGH!

[Chorus]
To the East, West, North and South,
Keep 'em, keep 'em, keep 'em coming around
To the kottonmouth nation! Pass it Around, Pass it Around.

I'm puffing budz,
You know I'm all about it,
I got the reggae rock smoking out my own chalice.
My eyes is red; D-Loc can never get enough,
Sometimes I sit and think of how much weed i really puff
You know it's good! I'm sitting back zoning out,
I'm blowing dank chronic smell coming out my mouth.
Now show me something I haven't seen before:
It's like giving candy to a kid up in a candy store!
My eyes is red, the color of a coke can,
Boarders got me tripping wishing thinking i'm in Disneyland,
The purple haze,
The OG Kush Bud,
Trainwreck, CC, Skunk 1 n' Dump Truck!
The cottonmouth got my toungue riding it so let me take another hit and let me blow another cloud now.
The cottonmouth got my toungue riding so let me roll anouther blunt, fill it up, and pass it all around.

[Chorus]

pass around the good vibe,
And the killer herb,
We uniting the tribe so go and spread the word.
It's going down man, and I can feel it coming,
We going smoke chain, so let me tell you somethin'
There are some laws spiritual and natural,
And nature never lies: that's pure and factual.
The propaganda man, it's in the Devil's hands,
Watch 'em demonize God's perfect plant!
We been brainwashed all year to believe
That the cannabis plant is some kinda evil seed.
Are you kidding me? that's insanity!
It's the plant that can unify humanity!
So MISTER OFFICER, STOP HARRASSING ME,
And putting all my brothas in the penitentiary:
I wanna live in peace, you wanna fight wars,
I wanna sing my song,
You're beating down my door.

[Chorus]

You can always catch me next in the rotation (pass it around)
Johnny Richter and let's do some blazing,
I'm so lifted off that chronic,hash bat
Big fatties afre my favorite rolled up in clear wraps, now
Break out your smelly proofs and get ready to do work
We gonna smoke and smoke and smoke until our lungs hurt.
Ask if i'm high and my answer's always "YES SIR!"
Cannibis cup '06 was a big blur.
But so were '99 and 2000, hotbox the bullshit we hotbox our houses'
Hotbox the car and we hotbox the plane,
We got weed plenty so we be A-OKay!
The story's told as the story goes,
State to state in a haze blazing every show.
Even over seas we be burning em down,
As for the K-M-Kings we keep on passing around.

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