Johnny Mercer - Dixieland Band Songtexte

Songtexte Dixieland Band - Johnny Mercer




I smoke the whole damn pound
I'm a need another one, 'nother one
Eyes closed, I won't come down
Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts
Nigga, I don't just be sharing weed
A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent
Just cause you up in this bitch
Don't mean you gon' hit this shit
You better roll somethin'
Coughin' like you got a cold or somethin'
Tryna O.D. on THC
Nigga fuck around gave Young Khalifa a pound
Smoke the whole thing up in the week
Roll a joint, put a worm around that motherfucker
Smoke it to the face
Ohh shit, nigga just got some KK and he said he on the way
Big P told me church, get money on 'em every single day
So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place
We mobbin'
Nigga, we mobbin', we mobbin', shit!
Go, go! Nigga, we mobbin'
Now, we every place that we go, they say we can't smoke
But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'
When they say put it down, it's too loud, We burn up some mo'
Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
Nigga keep going, keep the KK blowin
Snakes in the grass keep mowin'
Ass so fat, look swollen
Another city, state gotta show in
Another airport gotta go in
Reason why you hate, I'm knowin
Niggas got too much hoein'
I keep rollin' up
Drivin' a brand new car like that motherfucker stolen
They don't understand what i'm doin'
Money in my hand, nigga, 28 grams when i'm rollin'
Been through New York and London and Paris and back
South By Southwes only niggas smokin' on pack
Rollin' up bats
Go on, get a bong, get a match
Everybody get along, get attached
Get a song, get a biatch
What he say, every dog need a cat
Potheads need a joint to relax
G pen full of wax
10 Rolled cone joints, really fast
No sticks no seeds in the bag
Got reason to brag
In the front, y'all b's in the back
Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag
Little bitch, we mobbin'



Autor(en): Johnny Mercer, Bernie Hanighen


Johnny Mercer - Ultimate Collection
Album Ultimate Collection
Veröffentlichungsdatum
02-10-2012

1 Baby It's Cold Outside
2 Winter Wonderland
3 Ac - Cent - Tchu - Ate the Positive
4 Strip Polka
5 I Lost My Sugar In Salt Lake City
6 G.I. Jive
7 Sam's Got Him
8 I'm Gonna See My Baby
9 On the Atchison, Topeka, And the Santa Fe
10 Surprise Party
11 Personality
12 My Sugar Is So Refined
13 Ugly Chile
14 Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
15 A Gal in Calico
16 Glow Worm
17 Love Is Just Around The Corner
18 Blues in the Night
19 Spring, Spring, Spring
20 Memphis Blues
21 Somebody Bad Stole the Wedding Bell
22 One for My Baby (And One More for the Road)
23 Accentuate the Positive
24 Goodbye Romance
25 Java Jive
26 Sugar Blues
27 Don't Care for the Heck of It
28 Embraceable You
29 In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening
30 St. Louis Blues
31 The First Baseball Game
32 Movie Tonight
33 Save the Bones for Henry Jones ('Cause Henry Don't Eat No Meat)
34 Them There Eyes
35 Lora - Belle Lee
36 I Wanna Be a Friend of Yours
37 My Gal Is Mine Once More
38 Jamboree Jones
39 Moon - Faced, Starry Eyed
40 If I Knew Then
41 I Guess I'll Have to Change My Plan
42 Any Similarity Is Just Co - Incidental
43 It's the Same Old Dream
44 The Riddle Song
45 Louisville Lou
46 I'm All Tied Up
47 Love That Boy
48 I've Been Floating Down the Old Green River
49 At the Jazz Band Ball
50 I'll See You In My Dreams
51 Candy
52 Yes, We Have No Bananas
53 Let's Fly
54 The Hills of California
55 Dixieland Band
56 Duration Blues




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