Baby Bash & Frankie J Weed Hand Letras:
[Chorus:] Sometimes da game got me stressin
partner i can't lie I roll me a sweet smash off n
da ride a whole piece i aint never lied I put my
weed hand n da sky I put my weed hand n da sky I
respect it for da luv of life A whole piece i aint
never lied I put my weed hand in da sky I put my
weed hand in da sky

[V1:] The smokes killing off my lungs and
appendix.It's baby bash the modern day jimmy
hendrix.deep down in texas,dope house is so
relentless.the fluff is endless.smokin wit my
lawer and my dentist.Feelin stupendiss wanna come
to my quarter stacks.Smokin on greener
reef.singing boby to dem older cats.(bobby
brown)Dem dolger sax,wit a coffee grinder at my
mercy.Dun rolled a lax wit a highspeed chasers
ones dat coudn't curch me.Cocked mouthed and
thirsty gotta keep my spirit lifted though.My
spiritual,lyrical,it's hydromyrical.I'm comin
visious though,wit a fully loaded off dat durby.
feelin so worthy cuz my vacume lungs are like dat
curby.and don't desturb me when i'm floatin to my
foriegn land.You no fo' sho' i keep my pipe in my
weed hand.My weed hand is something i don't
disrestpect.Your weed hand throw it up and
represent your weed.

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[V2:] I'ma gonna admit it and you know i'm wid
it.begin his life,got his only one and split
it.Lit it up wit my nephew.and now i'm floatin.My
crown is broaken.soakin up my soal.sippen
styraphone cups.choken now i'm low.If you ridden
on us dats cool but pass da joint.diamonds flyin
and you just had to go.cuz u dun cast da vote.and
i didn't even get a hit.no not even a little
bit.so now help me get rid of dis.baby girl don't
disrespecr the luv.and i can't see dat.ask where
we get the best of bud.put up ur weed hand.

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[V3:] Man i been down dis way before.i hit da
bong back up and blow.I'm too damn high don't pass
me no mo'.I blaze drown,sip on a four.stayin high
i'm on a note.u can smell da bong all on my
clothes.man look at my eyes they bout to b
closed.I'm choken dudes up out hte room wit my
weed hand in the sky.I'm stayin blowed on
octamodes and i'm leanin half da time.I'm stayin
high and i hustle fool.don't be at home up on my
ass gotta get up and glock sum cash. hoes thinkin
they gonna smoke for free.but not wit a young
P.I.M.P.Just cuz i'm young don't mean i'm dumb.Red
microphones now blaze sum of dat greener reef.and
pour sum of dat purple stuff.down here we smokin
bud.ya i no u herd of us.

(Chorus:)

ending outro:My weed hand,put ur weed hand in da
sku,my weed hand,east west,my weed hand,north
south,something we can all relate to,my weed hand.
Letras: Weed Hand Baby Bash & Frankie J [final]