De La Soul - Weed No.3 - Black Thought lyrics

[announcer]

And you thought ghost weed was only for the thugs?

Hey hoe! (What?) Yeaaaaah you hoe! (Oh yeah me true true)

You can be down too!

*****

Yo yo, whatever to that

I got this Thought shit right here yo, Black Thought

I got that shit DOWN PAT

Check hold on hold on let me hit that {*inhales*}

(Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!)

Got that Thought shit yo, yo bust it bust it

Bout to freak that shit

*****

[Black Thought]

Check me out yo, yo, check it out

Uhh, as we descend upon the city of schemes

See the image fadin into view from a black screen

A frail grandmother pack a heavy mac-teen

We fiend slash machines in the struggle and things ..

.. bloody denim scuff knuckle and things

Sucker-punchin fake rappers forcin me to take it to the extreme

Oh you real son well whattayou mean?

How you real when you hustlin dreams?

How you feel like you fuckin with me?

Now burn the 5th Militia flame-thrower

The mic soldier, takin things over

You're not sober, consider thinking things over, relax

We bout to spit it all over the track, yo

*****

What can't have any girl doin Black Thought

(Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!)

Don't even listen to him, don't sweat it

Word yo!

[Announcer]

Ghost weed, it's not like WOW, it's like WHOA!

[Disclaimer]

Ghost weed has been brought to you by Whack Tobacc' incorporated

A subsidiary of move your ass products

Remember when using ghost weed

be sure to apply the puff-puff-pass or brain damage may occur

Results of our product do not include platinum plaques

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