[Wish] Man I hear y'all got some good ass weed around here

[Dealer] Yeah nigga, what's happening'? I got you, how much you want? How

much you got?

[Wish] I got about two hundred dog, what's happening'?

[Dealer] I got you weed though

[Wish] Man this ain't no damn chronic! What the fuck?!?!



[Chorus]

Let me tell me y'all

I...I...I..., I got the bad weed blues

Ooh, got the bad weed blues



[Krayzie]

Last night, night, night, was a real bad night for me

(Let me explain to y'all what I'm talking about, man this

Shit was real fucked up for nigga though, I'm stressing)

I bought a sack of weed, when I got home I seen, (they cheated)

That this tree was just a big bag of seed

These niggas have gotten me for my money

I done spent a couple of hundred, Muthafuckers, naw

I guess I gotta chunk it as loss

But I'm mad cause I'm puffin and I'm puffin

And I, I still ain't cough

(Man this shit is not getting me high man, I am not high)

This shit too soft, I need some weed that gotta kick or punch

The shit that fucks you up

That won't hit it and quit it cause you'll be too lifted

After you've taken a hit from the blunt

Your (??) was working me like a downer

I need to be easy, easy, easy



[Chorus]

Let me tell me y'all

I...I...I..., I got the bad weed blues

Ooh, got the bad weed blues



[Wish]

All I wanna do is smoking, and choking

But ain't nobody got no goods, so I gotta move on

I gotta find it really good, good for my lungs

Yeah, yeah, yeah, cause I'm in need for that sticky sticky green

And have my blunt checked, so that nigga had an attitude

Excuse if I'm rude

But that's just the way that the weed, does you do, ooh

Throw your hands up if your weeded, uh huh

Throw your hands up if you need it, come on

I'm searching and I'm searching and I still ain't come up

Why didn't I think of this before lil Dre, let me hit'em on up

I hit'em up, he said he'll come right through

He got the L.A., L.A., I said I'll be right through

I finally got my blunt, I'm feeling so good

But it's so hard to find a real goody good in my hood



[Chorus]

Let me tell me y'all

I...I...I..., I got the bad weed blues

Ooh, got the bad weed blues



[Layzie]

I just got off the plane from Cali, I was smoking so good

Need to get me sac right now let me roll through the hood

Now I can't find Tweet, and Ken out of town

Now I'm thinking what I'ma do when I gotta get high

And then fuck around when it comes to the herb, I slurge

Anything ain't gonna cut it, I just got paid with a pocket full of money

And today I ain't on no budget searching high, low

Out of my mind I'm ready to blow

I'm feeling the stress, I'm getting depressed

Weedman don't love me no more,

nd I'm driving through the city, feeling empty inside

Cause I can't get high and this shit ain't how I ride

Stopping and hollaring at my niggas

Petty hustling and thug felon twice convicted thug felon

Just to see what he was selling

It was the (??) we was in

He swore it was the bomb, I was ready to flip but I stay calm

Capping twenty in, and stay charmed

My momma never said, momma never said, they'll be days like this

I'm breaking rules but nigga, ooh, I got to blaze this shit



[Chorus]

Let me tell me y'all

I...I...I..., I got the bad weed blues

Ooh, got the bad weed blues



[Bizzy]

You ain't going tell me ain't no sticky in this whole fucking city

Where's the weedman?, when you need them

I want hollas from my niggas all around the way (Wuz up Big Blood!)

My homie Big Blood, he just gave me a sack today, a sack today

And ooh, even though we selling llelli , he pulled lil Bizzy to the side

He insists lil Bizzy you know my lil sister she does braids

My hair must be fucked up, but it's cool though, ooh

Then lil Bizzy pulled up to the side and said

"Hey Big Blood, you got some dro?"



Let me tell me y'all

I...I just wanna tell y'all why, I

I got the bad weed blues

Cause ain't nobody got no gushy, so I'm smoking plenty gobble

Going crazy



[Chorus]

Let me tell me y'all

I...I...I..., I got the bad weed blues

Ooh, got the bad weed blues