Traducció: Teoria del Coneixement. Marihuana.
oh! [Chorus: T.O.K.] (Marijuana) Is all that we need (Marijuana) so don't kill the breed (Marijuana) Is all that we need (Marijuana) so don't kill the
know Chi up in the business Flows in yo' dome in an instance Hoes and them folks and the M.O's and the K.I's and the F.O's And the B.D's and lows and
[WW] Parter in crime if you didn't catch the rhyme [AG] My brother, my man, my fam, the whole nine And since we're talking about brothers There's another dog in the pound (K
just like a motherfuckin duck and plucked and shit out of luck and fucked Designated to self-destruct Knocked around like a hockey puck K-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O
know that you get high too As I cheaf, upon the leaf, of swisher sweet The D the da da O the P the E The C the da da O the K the E I need the B da U
irony, of suckas who predicted the planes land and know they wanna fly with me I just let it boost my confidence, roll another joint, drop pilot shit. O-K
How we used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana Try, play me today, I'mma kill you manana From, far with the K, or up close with the llama I'm like an
do y'all niggas 'Cause I'm straight chillin', my nigga Ex-con ex-dope dealer, my nigga I ain't trippin' but I'm chillin', my nigga And I ain't scared
said "momma I'ma straighten up for you and I promise I won't warrant" Got me a job as a paper boy 21 dollars a month 5 o'clock in the morning Damn I
brain, affects that remains It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range Look dog, don't be askin for dames, see Playboy, I don't own that
shit squad, amigo bingo Si tu tiens jusqu'a la fin du gong Nous sommes tous des James Bond Du shit sous les ongles Skunk au gong, ca laisse K.O.
Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba) Smokin' weed really ain't
Comme lui c'est la coco Coco and co A la Basse C'ui qui croqu'note C'est l'e- Ther qui lui botte T'as pas Vu il est k. o. Coco and co Aux drums C'ui
that remains It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range Look dog, don't be askin' for dames, see Playboy, I don't own that man In any
man'dem never hear me? They got a bruise but hey won't come near we. So far gone with this situation, It ain't easy being independent. Question. Scally