W.E.E.D. ft. Mr. Cain, WZRD Gundlach & Bling Lyrics

We Embrace Every Day by

Smoking Sweets and getting blazed

Down in the Lone Star State, that's the way we was raised

Keep it the Playa way, while we steady count our pay

Thank the Lord when we pray that Mary Jane is here to stay

Smoking, toking, choking and floating on Cloud Nine

Cause this endo smokes provoking these Throwed rhymes

Sending chills down your spine, smoking the finest pine

But dirt weed, I decline, I ain't got no time to mess with

Stems and seeds, so I call up my connecta and scoop up a fat OZ

Of that KB, going for about three fifty

If you need it, we got it, playboy, just hit me

And I'll hit you right back with a fat ass sack

Give em just enough to keep em coming back

In my one room shack is where we making these tracks

Flipping these CDs like I was still slangin crack

But thanks to the Lord, I ain't got a slang no more

Consumed by my music, hitting keys on the keyboard

Smoking weed and popping shrooms, a perfect combination

Coming up, showing love, no time for player hating

We could rock the nation if we keep our minds right

And with Mary Jane by my side, I keep my rhymes tight

She keeps me going all night, toke it up to take flight

Pass it to the left and just slide to the right

With my boy, Gundlach and Bling, we doing our thing

Roll up on the scene, looking so fresh and so clean

Poured up, off that lean, now we Slowed and Throwed (Slowed and Throwed)

Man, I wonder if they'll play this on the radio and that's deep

We Embrace Every Day by

Smoking Sweets and getting blazed

Down in the Lone Star State, that's the way we was raised

Keep it the Playa way, while we steady count our pay

Thank the Lord when we pray that Mary Jane is here to stay

Glaucoma and paranoia, I'm smoking marijuana

Got me looking round the corner, watch my back

While I go get the fat sack from the dealer down the street

Just sealed the deal, for real, a pound a beat

Because my label is Able to bring my boy Cain to the table

420 channels, chronic coughing, watch my cable

Smoking hay in my stable, no horses, just cowboys

We bumping this Texas music and making this loud noise

Smoking toys like bongs and pipes, tight ass videos

Godfather to Scarface, Cheech and Chong when we feel silly though

Grab up the Philly bro and roll it up

I need to smoke a blunt when I'm fucking it up

Because the next time I rhyme or even think about weed

I'm gonna think about this throwed beat, every dope dealer needs

Go grab my CD if you want a dope sample, let me set the example

There ain't shit I can't handle

We Embrace Every Day by

Smoking Sweets and getting blazed

Down in the Lone Star State, that's the way we was raised

Keep it the Playa way, while we steady count our pay

Thank the Lord when we pray that Mary Jane is here to stay

Listen to this beat, yeah, it's Slowed and Throwed

We smoking Skunk, Valley Shwagg, we're rolling up Dro

I got some plants at the crib, they're in Miracle Grow

I'm going back in the past when I did the snow

But those days are over, it was just a phase

We gonna get in the Caddy, cruise the strip and blaze

Can't see through the haze, I won't forget these days

With Cain at the wheel and our eyes all glazed

The best part of the day is when we wake and bake

I gotta get some blunts ready when we take a break

Cause 420 is the time when we smoke the shake

Brownie mix and an ounce we gonna make a cake

With THC in my blood, I can feel the heat

And when this song is playing, I always trip off the beat

It's hard as hell, it won't smell, we got leather seats

We smoking Optimos, chocolate Phillies and Swisha Sweets

Cause no matter where I go, I'm feeling high

We so damn stoned, we fly past the sky

Gundlach with the sack, even when it's dry

I'm gonna keep on smoking till the day I die

Yeah

That's Right

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