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Song Parodies -> "Blunt Smokin'"

Original Song Title:

"Big Pimpin'"

Original Performer:


Parody Song Title:

"Blunt Smokin'"

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The Lyrics

"Blunt Smokin"

You know I roll 'em so nice nothin' beats 'em,
and then my lighter heats 'em.
Not from the hood, but I roll 'em good.
Damn, you just gotta see them.

First time I puffed I'm coughin',
but now I smoke weed often.
Better pass that splif over here quick,
or I'll put you in a coffin.

What I say when I need some? Gimme a puff,
till the lungs get enough in 'em.
Beep, beep, when I'm pagin' for stuff.
Puff, puff, when I"m hittin' the blunt.

These chicks do whatever it takes to puff,
just use me to smoke my stuff.
Just because you got big breasts, Imma buy ses,
so YOU could be smokin' it up?

Sh*t! I share for nothin', not when puffin.
It saves me time, no passin'.
Not for nothin', never happen.
Don't sweat this blunt I'm wrappin'.

I smoke till the ash end.
You put no cash in.
We spent my money, and it ain't funny.
Yo, puff, puff, pass and get...

High - igh - igh - igh - igh - igh
Check it out, I'm
High - igh - igh - igh - igh - igh

I'm high - igh - igh - igh - igh - igh
Check it out, I'm
High - igh - igh - igh - igh - igh


We doin' blunt smokin'.
We smokin' the trees.
Check it out now. Blunt smokin'.
It's easy to see.

We doin' blunt smokin',
outta New Jersey.
It's just that Brodie-man, shit,
sayin', "Smoke some with me."

Yo, yo, yo. Blunt smokin'.
We smokin' the trees.
Check it out now. Blunt smokin'.
It's easy to see.

We doin' blunt smokin',
outta New Jersey.
It's just that Brodie-man, shit,
sayin', "Smoke some with me."

You know that d*ck suckin' is called felatio.
R. Kelly, he's not too smart ya know.
That dumbass, he got it in a video,
from a girl too young for Lil' Romeo.

Oops... my bad, it's just plain Romeo.
Guess that's what happens when ya grow.
Why everytime that I ask for funds for smoke,
I get none 'cause they say "No... I'm broke."

Now that everybody knows we carry,
more weed than a little bit.
We gotta pull it out. Roll it in a sheet. Give the sheet a big lick.
Get it lit, and I won't take a little hit.

Or roll a blunt you greedy ass son of a bitch.
It's gonna come from yo stash.
Don't be suprised if your ho smokes up with me,
and you see her going down on my ass.

Yo man, the weed she had, it smelled so bad.
I just can't smoke it.
But so what? If she gets high, then I can't lie,
I'll eat that ass then poke it.

You know it! I got paid, now I can get
before all the bud's gone.
My man'll watch my back, as I sell this crack,
but first Imma get my smoke on.

Puffin up while I'm at home,
even though this is a home that I don't own.
Don't mess wit' the homegrown. Puffin good ass weed,
so much that it's tearin' up the ozone.

Who rolls well? ( Yo, my nigga can. )
He sucks too! ( How you figure man? )
Don't trip, that's it? ( Nigga, I ain't rich. )
Motherfucker, just roll the shit bigger man.

( hook )

Smoke alot, only pot.
That's the only drug I got.
Smoke so much I can't remember,
what my name is... I forgot.

Mean and cranky from withdrawl,
I trip and fall, down the hall.
'No Neck Paul' is who I call.
'cause damn it, I done smoke it all.

If I wasn't healthy baby,
I would still be puffin daily.
Tone it down a little mabye.
Tell my lungs, "Please don't fail me!" Uh!

Now thatcha know about
what gives me joy,
smokin' outta Perth Amboy,
pass that splif... don't be coy.

( hook )

There can not be, a stem in my weed.
A seed, indeed, I'd get angry.
If you see, more seeds than trees,
don't roll that shit, if you're somkin' with me.

And I'm still sellin' that base, 'cause it pays,
get's me alot more of this green stuff and,
I'm rollin up Haze. Been high for days,
and I'm gonna keep on puffin'.

Imma smoke all night, 'cause that's my right.
Got a bag of hydros, so pleasant to the nose,
that I feel like takin' a bite.

But I'm still blunt smokin', smokin' the trees.
Burnin' fat ass blunts of some good ass weed.
So sticky my fingers get stuck,
from rollin' it up. Gotta go... Time to puff.

( hook )
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