Frayser Boy

Frayser Boy - I'll Bring Da Weed lyrics

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[Frayser Boy] 

Bay Area Represntitives 

Smoke somethin wit me, Drank somethin wit me, Pop somethin with me 

Whatever you got man fuck wit me 



[Verse One] 

Now its time to tell the truth, while a nigga in the booth 

Tryin to lay this rap down, so I can get it out to you 

Been sippin on some syrup, maybe why my speesh spurred 

Damn, I mean my speech slurred, hardly gettin out my words 

Ridin a car, in to lanes, about to crash on the curb 

Smokin Blueberry Weed man fuck what cha heard 

Popped a couple pills now its time to pick up a girl 

Arrived at her house, she came out lookin kinda perdy' 

Banged all night to next day, bout until two 

Sex was great, came to find out she popped some pills too 

Get something to eat up the street, then I hit my nigga Crunchy 

I know its on, we have smoke outs, every fuckin Sunday 

Hit the club, later on that night, Im drunk off Hypnotic 

Nigga barely holdin on a party goin on in my body 

Fire a blunt up in the club, niggaz reachin like a savage 

Need to go and see some help to control my drug habit 



[Chorus x2] 

Ill bring the weed 

You bring the liquor 

Grab them pills 

Lets pop up my nigga 



[Verse Two] 

Where them weed smokers at 

Where the weed at 

Where them weed smokers at 

Where the where the weed at 

Chillin on the weekend, I'm at the red light 

Roll up a couple blunts up, I need to get my mind right 

My dog had a bag of blow, but I aint wit that shit lil Bro 

Its just an idea, I can't have nothing goin up my nose 

Swing by the liquor store, get a half pint of gin 

Take a couple swigs, then a nigga pass it to a friend 

Stay high everyday do this on a daily basis 

Tell me stop doing drugs, I give yo ass a crazy face 

Had a job, but I got fired, I'm like whats next 

Supervisor got results back, from my drug test 

I was high when I wrote this song, I know that dont surprise 

For fun I smoke a lot of weed and kick it with the guys 

Keep greens in my eyes, got a blunt up to my lip 

So far its got me spreaded, minds goin on a trip 

So thats it, got a gut, so for real I aint chokin' 

Take a swallow out my beer I'm on the next thang smokin 



[Chorus x2]
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