Dirty Curt - In Weed We Trust Lyrics

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Dirty Curt:

In this life you gotta choose to live or die,

Six feet deep beneath or get high, no lie

This blunt that I pass with hash will get you stoned,

Relax with some hydro and get blown

Out ya mind to a spaceship, watch your step

High into orbit, puff til there's nothing left

Ya get checked just in time to catch your breath,

There's one thing about, is that you never have to sweat

My technique is wild, now I'm put on trial for my hostile words, what's absurd - my style

Wonder if my rhythym got you shook

Rather sippin brew with my crew than explain how it's textbook

And don't look I'm gettin bigger

Had to check my vigor in the mirror, renamed the grave digger

Knew that I could never kick a habit, not tragic

But you know I gotta smoke it when I have it

I live lavish but rap like a savage, who to smoke a buddha when I puff puff and pass it

Who smokes blunts when they're placed in front of us, some of us smokin cannibus risin up to ruckus

Girls they wanna fuck us and guys they play as suckas, dirty curt to bring the hurt, I pass the mic you muthafucka

(Bong Hit)

Nasty N8:

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What a beautiful day, 40s and blunts the only suitable way

It's indisputable hey, that's how I prefer to stay

I aint a fool I pack a bowl by the pool

My vision is nothin but clear skies it's do or die

Who knew that I, be gettin high as the birds fly

We rock the mic from august to july

Ladies, I aint got a six pack, but I got some sick tracks

So kick back on the track I attack oh yeah

I smoke the chronic, chuggin gin and tonic

Fuck with me, I'll make you disappear like the Supersonics

Phony rappers think they hot, that shit just aint practical

I spit the sickest shit, now that's actually factual

Beats I fuckin kill it

Only spit the real shit, spit so hot the mic burns like over cooked eggs in a skillet

My rhymes create memories that are sentimental

Lyrical campaigns put me in positions presidential

Start rhymin bitches be in disbelief and you can find me in these pittsburgh streets,

Smokin reefer, bumpin wiz khalifa

Or at penn state university, part school ranked first see

Every day I'm fuckin thirsty, alcohol can come and nurse me

So lets get classy, smoke the grassy, drink your drinks fastly, bottoms up with dirty and nasty

(Bong Hit)

Dirty Curt:

Hold it in ya lungs tight til ya feel right

The light comes in time, while rhymes I ignite

So get blasted and laced, face bashed up from cases

Don't hesitate, bottoms up with a chaser

Spastic yes, reacted to the best

The facts is it's packed, feel the burn in ya chest

Hit up the green, it's my daily routine

My lungs used to just scream, now they act like smoke machines

Mo money mo problems, mo money mo blunts

Least I'm up front when I'm on a manhunt

For crystalized, sticky green with no seeds,

To make my eyes bleed, now I'm high off the best weed

Don't knock it til you try it, if u need green I supply it

Just to make u get higher

Fire burnin deep, the buddha isn't cheap,

Got a mad case of a munchies and I wanna go to sleep

My eyes close shut, a brain fries combust

Cotton mouth got my stuck, but in weed we trust

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