Bad Wee Blues Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

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

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

much you got? 

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

I got you weed though 

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

Let me tell me y'all 

III, I got the bad weed blues 

Ooh, got the bad weed blues 

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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 

Photos 

Let me tell me y'all 

III, I got the bad weed blues 

Ooh, got the bad weed blues 

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 

Let me tell me y'all 

III, I got the bad weed blues 

Ooh, got the bad weed blues 

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 

Let me tell me y'all 

III, I got the bad weed blues 

Ooh, got the bad weed blues 

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 

II 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 

Let me tell me y'all 

III, I got the bad weed blues 

Ooh, got the bad weed blues