Lyrics Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia

Bin Laden

Mane check this shit out we was up in Chicago right

With my nigga big hamp, you know what I' saying?

The nigga pass me a blunt

Like smoke this shit nigga this some bin laden weed

Y'all don't know nothing bout this shit down south

What the fuck is bin laden weed its three different

Kinds of weed all grown together that shit some straight killer

Them Chicago niggaz named that shit bin laden mane some straight fie

Who got that hydro

Who got that light green

Who got that Bobby brown

Who got that laden weed

I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my hoe

Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round niggaz I know

I sped it up on weed I slowed it down on snow

Cause I seen somany niggaz fall off that blow

One day they got it all and aint got shit to show

So I came to my natures I had to cut that hoe

So know I'm feeling happy I'm on that binny bin laden

And niggaz is acting like they don't know what the fuck just happened

My vision getting blurry I'm about to fall asleep

Or am I dying I need to eat cause this some poutin weed

My life start flashing like holograms like right in front

Of my own face I never felt this way on one blunt

I see my son gaining life and my dad losing his

And old girlfriends and niggaz I shouldn't hung with

The picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath

I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve

Well since I'm on bin laden let me tell you a story

Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn't do nothing for me

Gave a whole lot of cheese said I fucked him his shit

Smoked a whole lot of weed so he seem to forget

Who bought trunks and you cars gave you bitches and hoes

Who told you ass to take a bath when you thought you was raw

Mane I tell you he a killer when we talk on the phone

When you see him face to face he'll leave you alone

That's why I'm smoking on this fucking bin laden

All my niggaz in the hood they got it

Take one little puff you a addict

Take a gun to the head means tragic

Boy I tell you like this we can smoke it anywhere

In front of police station with a six pack of beer

Seven a.m. in the morning just watching people stare

Let 'em point them damn fingers say they wild over there

Ey ey its glowing like its indigo I smell it through the bag

I'm floating like a magic carpet straight from bagdad

From my brains from my blood from my lungs from the dutches

Cant just let this reefer just escape from my a conscious

Cause its the substance I'm loving I'm buzzing

Smoking like a narven huffing and puffing

Came from the Indonesia, Colombian or kaliman

Or its by the welfare straight from the taliban

Do you remember me from smoking good weed

Break it down roll it up give it the indo need

Do you remember me from no sticks no seeds

Or you remember me from putting you on this laden weed

Get yo funds together and come go and see

I'm gone take you on the strip where bin laden be

This one blunt action you'll have to smoke and see

Have you choking, falling out with your family