DoobieBrother
Well-Known Member
Good morning/afternoon/evening my lubricated friends!
Worked on the lyrics to a new song last night. I have to figure out a hooky chorus for it, but that's no biggie. And I may juggle some of the verses around a bit:
(*hip hop)
"You Can't Hang With Me"
©2012 DoobieBrother
I appreciate your offer
To share your Kind
But in a few minutes you're gonna find
that I'll smoke & toke and leave you far behind
If I put the bong down
don't get uptight
it's to be polite
I'm the #1 Toker for miles around
Better put it away
Unless you got all day
Listen very close
to what I say
Smoke every last bit of your weed & hash
I will flat deplete your stash
Of bubbleponic
Super-duty chronic
Big shout out to Don Gin & Tonic
I'll smoke all you got
Toking non-stop
'Cause my lungs are used
to the very best pot
I smoke my choke yo, 24/7
3-6-5
no joke no jive
My brain cells vibrate and they come alive
See I got what you need
The one hit Wonder Weed
Ain't got no stems or seed
Make you eyeballs bleed & bleed
When I load from my pouch
and I spark the pipe
you ain't ever gonna get up
Off my couch
Two tokes of my blend
and it all comes clear
Like St. Michael's trumpet
Blasting in your ear
It's like the Four Horsemen
of The Cannopolypse
It's herbal devastations
Like in The Revelations
Bring about healing
To all of the nations
You can't stop it
So why even try
You can't top it
So why ask why?
Yo, I don't smoke tripe
I don't deal in hype
If your weed's weak
it ain't my type
My grass will mow you down
Turn your brain to mulch
Leave your mind comatose
at the bottom of a gulch
It's a Grand Slam
Meaner than Uncle Sam
After 3 tokes all you can say is
"God, Damn!"
'Cause it never lets up
It's so damn tasty
Like scrambled eggs and ketchup
It's like chips & gravy
I pack the bowls
that cleanses your souls
Like sliding down into
deep dark K-holes
So sit back, relax
Get ready for the ride
Green monkey on your back
Devil Weed at your side
Lookin' like L.A.
on a smoggy day
Or the City by the Bay
on a foggy day
Never puttin' it down
Blowin' my smoke all over town
Got "The King of Cannabis"
inscribed on my crown
Always got several strains goin'
Seeds & clones always growin'
It's Perpetual
I'm Intellectual
Your weed is mostly ineffectual
Ridin' on clouds
You can see forever
No worries no pain
All you can say is "Wuteva"
Muchie attack,
dry mouth is whack
So we point our feet right at the door
And make our way to the corner store
Sun's so bright
don't forget sunglasses
Stock up on the goodies
Stoned off our asses
No Shirt No Shoes
in the 7-11
Flyin' so high
way past 7th Heaven
You'll be brain-baked for a Brahman Year
As we zoom around in the atmosphere
Just a laughin' & a smilin'
grinning ear to ear
Don't need no permission
Spark it up like Krakatoa
I got fat & hard nugs
I'm the #1 Growa
So light it up
But be forewarned
My harvest will kill you
Like The Children of The Corn
Worked on the lyrics to a new song last night. I have to figure out a hooky chorus for it, but that's no biggie. And I may juggle some of the verses around a bit:
(*hip hop)
"You Can't Hang With Me"
©2012 DoobieBrother
I appreciate your offer
To share your Kind
But in a few minutes you're gonna find
that I'll smoke & toke and leave you far behind
If I put the bong down
don't get uptight
it's to be polite
I'm the #1 Toker for miles around
Better put it away
Unless you got all day
Listen very close
to what I say
Smoke every last bit of your weed & hash
I will flat deplete your stash
Of bubbleponic
Super-duty chronic
Big shout out to Don Gin & Tonic
I'll smoke all you got
Toking non-stop
'Cause my lungs are used
to the very best pot
I smoke my choke yo, 24/7
3-6-5
no joke no jive
My brain cells vibrate and they come alive
See I got what you need
The one hit Wonder Weed
Ain't got no stems or seed
Make you eyeballs bleed & bleed
When I load from my pouch
and I spark the pipe
you ain't ever gonna get up
Off my couch
Two tokes of my blend
and it all comes clear
Like St. Michael's trumpet
Blasting in your ear
It's like the Four Horsemen
of The Cannopolypse
It's herbal devastations
Like in The Revelations
Bring about healing
To all of the nations
You can't stop it
So why even try
You can't top it
So why ask why?
Yo, I don't smoke tripe
I don't deal in hype
If your weed's weak
it ain't my type
My grass will mow you down
Turn your brain to mulch
Leave your mind comatose
at the bottom of a gulch
It's a Grand Slam
Meaner than Uncle Sam
After 3 tokes all you can say is
"God, Damn!"
'Cause it never lets up
It's so damn tasty
Like scrambled eggs and ketchup
It's like chips & gravy
I pack the bowls
that cleanses your souls
Like sliding down into
deep dark K-holes
So sit back, relax
Get ready for the ride
Green monkey on your back
Devil Weed at your side
Lookin' like L.A.
on a smoggy day
Or the City by the Bay
on a foggy day
Never puttin' it down
Blowin' my smoke all over town
Got "The King of Cannabis"
inscribed on my crown
Always got several strains goin'
Seeds & clones always growin'
It's Perpetual
I'm Intellectual
Your weed is mostly ineffectual
Ridin' on clouds
You can see forever
No worries no pain
All you can say is "Wuteva"
Muchie attack,
dry mouth is whack
So we point our feet right at the door
And make our way to the corner store
Sun's so bright
don't forget sunglasses
Stock up on the goodies
Stoned off our asses
No Shirt No Shoes
in the 7-11
Flyin' so high
way past 7th Heaven
You'll be brain-baked for a Brahman Year
As we zoom around in the atmosphere
Just a laughin' & a smilin'
grinning ear to ear
Don't need no permission
Spark it up like Krakatoa
I got fat & hard nugs
I'm the #1 Growa
So light it up
But be forewarned
My harvest will kill you
Like The Children of The Corn
