Stoned Songs #2 is givin some more of that southern style for yall <3

lil boosie smokin on purple

Getto Boyz - Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

South Park Mexicans-I Must Be High

Lil Wyte - Get High

Samurai Bloccstah- Marijuana Sicclone feat. Suave Chocolat

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Ingenious hip hop song utilizing the beautiful lyrical nature of Dr Seuss’ children’s books. Yeah, we be smellin that cat nip dawg. w3rd XD

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Portman: I don’t sleep mother f***er
off that yak and durban
doin’ 120 gettin’ head while I’m swervin’

Seth Meyers: D**n Natalie you a crazy chick

Portman: Yo shut the f*** up and suck my d**k
I bust in dudes mouth like gushers mother f***er
roll up on NBC and smack the s**t outta Jeff Zucker

Guys: What you want Natalie
Portman: to drink and fight
Guys: what you need Natalie
Portman: to f*** all night

Don’t test when I’m crazy on that airplane glue
put my foot down your throat
till you s**t in my shoe
leave you screaming
pay for my dry cleaning
f*** your man
It’s my name that he’s screamin’

Parnell: I’m sorry Natalie, but are we to believe you condone driving while intoxicated?
Portman: I never said I was a role model.
Parnell: What about the kids that look up to you? Do you have a message for them?

Portman: All the kids lookin’ up to me can suck my d**k
It’s Portman mother f***er
drink till I’m sick
slit your throat
and poor nitrous down the hole
watch you laugh and cry
while I laugh you die
and all the dudes
you know I’m talkin to you
Guys: we love you natalie
Portman: I wanna f*** you too
P is for portman
P is for
i’ll kill your f**in dog for fun so don’t push me

Parnell: Well, Natalie I’m surprised. All this from a Harvard graduate.
Portman: Well there’s a lot you may not know about me.
Parnell: Really? Such as?

When I was in Harvard
I smoked weed every day
I cheated every test
and snorted all the yay
I gotta a def posse
and you gotta buncha dudes
I sit down on your face and take a s**t

Andy Samberg: Natalie you are a bad ass biiiiiiiitch (hell yeah!)
and I always pay for your dry cleanin
when my s**t gets in your shoe
as for the drug use
well I can vouch for that
my d**k is scared of you
girl

Parnell: Okie-doke. One final question, if you steal a smooch from any guy in Hollywood, who would it–

(Portman throws chair at Parnell)
Portman: No more questions

What!

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I love you more than bears love honey
I love you more than Jews love money
I love you more than Asians are good at math
I love you even if it’s not hip
I love you more than black people don’t tip
I love you then Puerto Ricans need baths

I love you more than girls love dolls
I love you more than dogs love balls
I love you more than the white stuff in a zit
I love you Like Gary Busey
I love you more than dykes love pussy
I love you more than my aftershow monster bong hit

Jewish people driving German cars
Jewish people driving German cars
Jewy people buying German cars
What the cock is that shit?

But maybe it’s like Take Back the Night
Maybe it’s like how bleeding hearts grow old and swing to the right
Maybe it’s like when a faggot calls himself a faggot

Jewish people driving german cars
It’s the opposite of FUBU…
But maybe it’s Patty Herst siding with her kiddnappers
Maybe it’s South African miner-killing diamond-wearing gangster rappers
Maybe it’s like when black guys call each other niggers

Cha-cha-cha

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Yeah, Um, I think ima try somthin tonight that i aint,
that i aint neva did before on this one, lets go

[Chorus]
Get ya lighters, roll dat sticky, lets get high(lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its dat fire(its that fire)
Get ya lighters, roll dat sticky, lets get high (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its dat fire(its that fire)

[Ludacris]
Got a lil bit of Blueberry Yum Yum
and I neva would of thought that it could taste this goooooood
Thank God for the man who put it in my hoooooood
Its got me singin melodies I neva thought i woooouuuuld
Im feelin sorry for the homies that be smokin wooood
Chop Chop, break it down for a playa like me ye ye ye ye
Im bout to find me a woman that skeet skeet skeet skeet
Ima keep smokin till i reach my peak peak peak peak
Or till im stuck and my body feels weak weak weak weak weak
headed down to the doungeon wonderin, if they got, some moore
and if they dont then ima have ta settle fa some drooooo
and it just aint cool cuz right on afta, ima have ta gooooo
and continue on my mission fishin for tha Yum Yum but im movin sloooow

[Chorus]
Get ya lighters, roll dat sticky, lets get high(lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its dat fire (its that fire)
Get ya lighters, roll dat sticky, lets get high(lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its dat fire(its that fire)

[Ludacris]
Yes, fire fire got me so tired ima stop drop and rooooooolll
Put a wet towel under the doooooooor
Dont pass it I cant take it no mooooore
Somebody take a trip down to the stoooooore
hurry please cus i need some snacks snacks snacks snacks
and how long will it take to get back back back back
Yes indeed ima lil off track track track track track
Off this weed and im full of that Yak Yak Yak Yak Yak Yak (Type of Liquor)
Get on in that stankin Lincoln crank it up and riiiiide
and it aint enough room to fit tha other chicks inside
Im so hungry wit tha munchies ima eat everything in siiiiiight
Me and my blueberrys together and everythings all right

[Chorus]
Get ya lighters, roll dat sticky, lets get high(lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its dat fire (its that fire)
Get ya lighters, roll dat sticky, lets get high(lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its fire (its that fire)

[Ludacris]
Get the propane, rollin thangs and lets blow this place uuuuuup
You already know whats uuup
I mighta have to pay some extra buuuuuucks
But I really dont give a fuuuuuck
Cuz a brotha feels great great great great great
But im barely awake wake wake wake wake
All bent outa shape shape shape shape shape
So stomp on yo brake brake brake brake brake
If u token good, then all my smokas, let me see ya flame
Dont know what ya got but my bag will, put yo stuff, ta shame
All tha different kinds of otha flavors, they dont mean a thang
You cant compare it dont stare cuz i got the ultimate Mary Jane

[Chorus]
Get ya lighters, roll the sticky, lets get high (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its dat fire (its that fire)
Get ya lighters, roll the sticky, lets get high(lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its dat fire (its that fire)

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Lazyboy - Underwear Goes Inside Your Pants

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High quality (sound only)

Who says marijuana doesn’t bring people together? Here we see two musicians (who have both stated that marijuana was important in their artistic development) coming together even though they are from completely opposite backgrounds. Snoop Dogg and Willie Nelson

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Lyrics

Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep
First I hit the sweet leaf, and then I have nice dreams
When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake
My clock stopped at Four-twenty, what you want me to say
I stay blazed all day, no matter where I’m creepin’
Hot boxing on your block, and at the spot on the weekends
You’ll see smoke risin’, Just who could it be
It’s my rhyme and crime partner, D. dash L. O. C.

Yeah that be me born and raised in the suburbs.
Faded off the bud smoke blowing it at you nerds thanks Johnny Richter for your nice little hand
off
I got some purple Kush
Did you bring the sand box?
Let’s bounce some bud so we can make a little Keefe
Spice up the leaf before we smoke the tree
Everybody in the scene
Know we blow the most dosha
That’s why they label us the Kottonmouth solders.

“we got all types”– At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- “we talking pounds” These
anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper “Roll that shit up” So leave those blessings right
up here upon the alter “pass it around” at 4-2-0 everybody’s burning Ganja”

You’ll catch me at the Smoke-Out smoked out, dropping drinks
Having a blast, not giving a fuck, doing my thing
Blowing rings through the crowd, being loud and obnoxious
Now the shots I did with Pak got me feelin’ kind of nauseous
But I played it cool and pulled a few snaps
Big fat packed bowls, and had a chicken Caesar wrap
Dipping through the whole place, no where else I’d rather be
Then smokin’ weed with my peeps, now I pass it to D.

24.7 Everyday every minute everybody every stoner grab your bud keep composer beer drinkers,
pill poppers, acid heads and freaks
All the creatures in the street Heroin addicts and geeks
Kottonmouth Kings signed a one way contract to see the world and smoke the killa chronic
D-Loc said it, so don’t you forget it
It’s four (four), two, o and I blow endow.

“we got all types”– At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- “we talking pounds” These
anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper “Roll that shit up” So leave those blessings right
up here upon the alter “pass it around” at 4-2-0 everybody’s burning Ganja”

Now you might see me on a mission searching for double-vision
And I ain’t no mathematician, more like a stoney musician
But I get a little help from my friends when in need
Hit the bubble, fuck, double, now I’m seeing in three’s

4-5-6, double dash is D
I’m always drinking beer and I’m always smoking weed
hanging in the streets just doing my thing
putting it down for the herb with the Kottonmouth Kings

All these hours and days inter-face with the planet with bubbles and bells the kush is orgasmic
– I transplant my mental to truly titanic fanatic levels for all you bud fiending addict – the
session begins right upstairs in my addict we bless it we roll it we toke it and pass it – the
next time you see us don’t take us for granted – we’re all getting lifted just the way that we
planned it

“we got all types”– At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- “we talking pounds” These
anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper “Roll that shit up” So leave those blessings right
up here upon the alter “pass it around” at 4-2-0 everybody’s burning Ganja”

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Hello, hello. my names terry and Im a law abider
Theres nothing I like more than getting fired up on beer
And when the weekends here I to exercise my right to get paralytic and fight
Good bloke fairly
But I get well leery when geezers look at me funny
Bounce em round like bunnies
Im likely to cause mischief
Good clean grief you must believe and I aint no thief.
Law abiding and all, all legal.
And who cares about my liver when it feels good
Wwhat you need is some real manhood.
Rasher rasher barney and kasha putting peoples backs up.
Public disorder, Ill give you public disorder.
I down eight pints and run all over the place
Spit in the face of an officer
See if that bothers you cause I never broke a law in my life
Someday Im gonna settle down with a wife
Come on lads lets have another fight

Eh hello. my names tim and Im a criminal,
In the eyes of society I need to be in jail
For the choice of herbs I inhale.
This aint no wholesale operation
Just a few eighths and some playstations mys vocation
I pose a threat to the nation
And down the station the police hold no patients
Lets talk space and time
I like to get deep sometimes and think about einstein
And carl young and old kung fu movies I like to see
Pass the hydrator please
Yeah Im floating on thin air.
Going to amsterdam in the new year - top gear there
Cause I taker pride in my hobby
Home made bongs using my engineering degree
Dear leaders, please legalise weed for these reasons.

Like I was saying to him.
I told him: top with me and you wont leave.
So I smacked him in the head and downed another carling
Bada bada bing for the lads night.
Mad fight, his faces a sad sight.
Vodka and snake bite.
Going on like a right geez, hes a twat,
Shouldnt have looked at me like that.
Anyway Im an upstanding citizen
If a war came along Id be on the front line with em.
Cant stand crime either them hooligans on heroin.
Drugs and criminals those thugs on the penny coloured will be the downfall of society
Ive got all the anger pent up inside of me.

You know I dont see why I should be the criminal
How can something with no recorded fatalities be illegal
And how many deaths are there per year from alcohol
I just completed gran tourismo on the hardest setting
We pose no threat on my settee
Ooh the pizzas here will someone let him in please
We didnt order chicken, not a problem well pick it out
I doubt they meant to mess us about
After all were all adults not louts.
As I was saying, were friendly peaceful people
Were not the ones out there causing trouble.
We just sit in this hazy bubble with our quarters
Discussing how beautiful gail porter is.
Mtv, bbc 2, channel 4 is on until six in the morning.
Then at six in the morning the sun dawns and its my bedtime.

Causing trouble, your stinking rabble
Boys saying Im the lad whos spoiling it
Youre on drugs it really bugs me when people try and tell me Im a thug
Just for getting drunk
I like getting drunk
Cause Im an upstanding citizen
If a war came along Id be on the front line with em.

Now terry youre repeating yourself
But thats okay drunk people cant help that.
A chemical reaction inside your brain causes you to forget what youre saying.

What. I know exactly what Im saying
Im perfectly sane
You stinking student lameo
Go get a job and stop robbing us of our taxes.

Err, well actually according to research
Government funding for further education pales in insignificance
When compared to how much they spend on repairing
Leery drunk people at the weekend
In casualty wards all over the land.

Why you cheeky little swine come here
Im gonna batter you. come here.

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A Colbert Christmas: The Greatest Gift of All has redefined the holiday special for the new millennium. But it may also have redefined holiday songs for the 21st century as well, especially Willie Nelson and Stephen Colbert’s “Little Dealer Boy.” Think “Little Drummer Boy” 2.0, substitute the phrase “finest gifts” for marijuana, and you’re there.

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