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Lyrics by Beatles - Hydro lyrics
(Twiztid and Layzie talkin)
 (Layzie Bone)
 Smokin hydro, feelin fine
 Slow sippin on wine, wine, yeeah, ghetto wine
 Hydro, yeah, shoulda been told ya, livin proof soldiers
 Winos, so come and light the spliff dogg, and it betta be that hydro
 (Monoxide)
 Now all these people wanna smoke some weed wit Twiztid
 And see if we really smoke all that's listed
 From bubblegum to super skunk 1 to 5
 And even smoked a little bit of some shit they call the beehive
 I been to Europe and made Amsterdam cry
 Cause me and Madrox straight smoked them hoes dry
 I'm like fuck Cheech, he don't even hit the bong
 And I did 30 days for drinkin cleanall wit Tommy Chong
 I shot a movie wit the guy from Half-Baked
 He didn't smoke but he was funny so I guess he's only half fake
 So rake the seeds out your weed, I'm not smokin
 That shit you're bout to roll up, to me, don't even look potent
 And ain't chokin off them stems and seeds
 And why does everybody say they smoke more weed than me?
 It ain't no race, it's no contest, winner roll the weed up
 Just think about that and keep the trees up
 (Chorus)
 From the chronic to the green ass weed wit no seeds
 To the boogie that'll make a mothafuckers lungs bleed
 Smoke down in the car, can't breath
 Everybody wanna smoke wit me, smoke wit me
 To the doggs wit the pre-rolled blunts in the air
 Bumpin this like we don't care (Come, come, come and smoke wit me)
 Dirty piss violated again
 I'm in the system and I just can't win (Come, come, come and smoke wit me)
 (Layzie Bone)Lyrics by Beatles - Hydro - http://motolyrics.com/lyrics-by-beatles/hydro-lyrics.html
 Lay and Twiztid fin to get you twisted, spliffted is the mission
 What we hittin is that chronic leaves, quick to split your dome
 Have you trippin, coughin, laughin long, betta go 'round and get you some
 Roll it in a blunt or we can rip it from the bong
 It's the potent than can keep me up, and help me keep my rhyme in focus
 I'm in this hocus pocus like there's magic in every puff
 It's magic in the man to handle it if you can
 If you ain't put in on the weed then you ain't smokin, understand?
 I gives a damn about a soul to soul, buddah lovas love to blaze
 Store the weed you got on stage and make sure it's the purple haze
 No need in holdin back, gonna spend that extra money
 Split the philly up the middle, gon' and lace it wit the honey
 So we can burn slow, so we preserve smoke
 Cause you know we love to blow, smokin on that hydro
(Chorus)
 (Madrox)
 One puff and it blows ya head off, second puff you're set off
 The third, tokin shit on ya chest ya wanna let off
 Pass the joint, pass the point of bein to' down
 I'm so high that my heartbeats startin to slow down
 Fingernails are roach clips for gourmet smokin
 Smased up glass pieces slash my whole face open
 I'm zonin' and I don't feel a thing
 I probably won't recall a single thing that's happening
 My medicine is sold by the dope man (Quarters and halves)
 And big boys, and QP's that come wit fat price tags
 (How much are ya spendin?) Whatever it takes
 To get rid of all these headaches
 And shakes make no mistakes
 I come wit green for the green, an even exchange
 No money for a bag of brown backyard boogie
 I get so high that you would have to rip me out of the sky
 For the feeling that the real green provides
(Chorus)












