He was lookin' to sell some weed
He was doin' fine
They were standin' in line
And it was excellent weed indeed
When he came across a young man
Who was likewise peadlin' pot
And the Devil slid down the beach and said boy let me tell you what
I guess you kinda figured I'm a reefer head of course
After all this time
I guess that I'm a connoisseur of sorts
Now your stuff smells okay
But this could traquilize a horse
I'll bet a million in cash aginst your stash
'Cause I think mine's better than yours
The boy said my names jonny
And you ain't smoked nothin' yet
One hit of this grass will kick your ass
You got yourself a bet
Jonny roll a ball of hash
And make sure it's the bomb
Cuz the Devil's got the kind of stuff
They smoked in vietnam
You'll get a million smackeroos in cash if you can cope
But if you can't the Devil will get your dope
The Devil packed a bong
With a lil' acapulco gold
And resin flew from his finger tips
As he fired up his bowl
He filled that chamber all the way
And he took a mighty hit
As they passed it back and forth
It gave them both a coughing fit
* Coughs *(damn)
When the bowl was finished
Jonny said hey man that stuff was great
But fill your lungs with some of this
And prepare to vegetate
Cannabis sativa sweet mary jane
The Devil's in the backyard fryin' his brain
Zig-zag filled with a diggity dang
Hold on tight it'll hit cha' like a tank
The Devil nodded off because he knew that he was stoned
And he asked if he could buy an ounce
Of the stuff that jonny owned
Jonny said Devil just come on back
If you ever wanna catch a buzz
I dun told you once you son of a bitch
Mines the best there ever was
And they fired up doobies one by one
They ain't gunna stop till the bags done
Green as a bull frog, sticky as glue
Granny do you get high?
Yes I do
The Devil went to Jamacia He was lookin' to sell some weed He was doin' fine They were standin' in line And it was excellent weed indeed When he came across a young man Who was likewise peadlin' pot And the Devil slid down the beach and said boy let me tell you what I guess you kinda figured I'm a reefer head of course After all this time I guess that I'm a connoisseur of sorts Now your stuff smells okay But this could traquilize a horse I'll bet a million in cash aginst your stash 'Cause I think mine's better than yours The boy said my names jonny And you ain't smoked nothin' yet One hit of this grass will kick your ass You got yourself a bet Jonny roll a ball of hash And make sure it's the bomb Cuz the Devil's got the kind of stuff They smoked in vietnam You'll get a million smackeroos in cash if you can cope But if you can't the Devil will get your dope The Devil packed a bong With a lil' acapulco gold And resin flew from his finger tips As he fired up his bowl He filled that chamber all the way And he took a mighty hit As they passed it back and forth It gave them both a coughing fit * Coughs *(damn) When the bowl was finished Jonny said hey man that stuff was great But fill your lungs with some of this And prepare to vegetate Cannabis sativa sweet mary jane The Devil's in the backyard fryin' his brain Zig-zag filled with a diggity dang Hold on tight it'll hit cha' like a tank The Devil nodded off because he knew that he was stoned And he asked if he could buy an ounce Of the stuff that jonny owned Jonny said Devil just come on back If you ever wanna catch a buzz I dun told you once you son of a bitch Mines the best there ever was And they fired up doobies one by one They ain't gunna stop till the bags done Green as a bull frog, sticky as glue Granny do you get high? Yes I do Explain Request ×
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