Pass Da Dutch ft. Ghandi Bonez Lyrics

Smoking Marijuana to blow your mind

Is like throwing sand into a delicate machine

And hoping nothing goes wrong

Calling with the Ghandi and we gone of the Mota

Rolling up another putting dick in babies mother

The time is 420 so it's time to light the trees

Twisting up the Dutch and lets turn up the beat

Take a little journey, come get high with me

Somewhere in the clouds, is where you'll find me

With that purple in my baggy and a Dutch in my hand

SouthBound Productions, Lansky be the man

It's the crazy white boy, with eyes like Japan

Whose blowing more smoke than the worm in Wonderland

Staying high, stacking money, yea that's the masterplan

I'm smoking that killer icky like the leader of Taliban

If your smoking with me, ya gotta hit it like a man

If you holding in your hand, need to pass it on then

The final Dutch gone, need to take your ass home

And on the way out bitch, pass me the bong

Pass the Dutch, cause I never get enough now

Pass the Dutch, yea we roll that purple stuff

Pass the Dutch, ya know we smoke that icky

Pass the Dutch, some come holler at me

The plant can be identified by it's saw tooth leaf

Which always has an odd number of fingers

The underside of the leaf, has a sticky feel to it

Well he better pass the Dutch if this hoe smart

Or else I shoot this Bogart, drive-by on a go-cart

Ya'll off to a slow smart cause we on the rise

High up in the sky, now we doing fly-bys

Got me some killer dro, in this pocket here

Now I'm soaring through the O like I'm the Rocketeer

So anytime I'm near it's potent, your gonna start token

You'll be asking your homies, "you guys feel like your floating?"

Show boating and gloating, a little bit of each

Got some Jamaican bomber, from right near the beach

I'm too high to reach my landline phone

Step your game up homes or get your damn mind blown

Mary Jane's my dame so you know I'll always hold her

Wakes me up like Folgers, I love you is what I told her

Why must I look over my shoulder when I blaze

From now on, blunts raised when I hit the highways

Pass the Dutch, cause I never get enough now

Pass the Dutch, yea we roll that purple stuff

Pass the Dutch, ya know we smoke that icky

Pass the Dutch, some come holler at me

Smoking Marijuana to blow your mind

Is like throwing sand into a delicate machine

And hoping nothing goes wrong

I roll it up, I smoke it up, hot damn I love that purple stuff

I take a puff and chop it up, never could I get enough

I'm blowed out, there's no doubt, got that Dutch up in my mouth

I'm rolling South and I'm out, SouthBound is banking now

I'm passing that Dutch, to the left side

Rolling up the windows and you know we about to ride

I got that six point on my chest, choking on the Sess

As I show that love man I rep that Southwest

Dipping S-E-L leaned back so slow

Blazing with my posse is the only way I smoke

Crystal flakes and red hairs, blunts and paper squares

Twisting one up for my Oklahoma players

I love them kinds buds, especially Purple Kush

Blowing Lemonade, you can have that Reggie Bush

Give me Sister Swisser or the cousin Zig-Zag

Feet on the couch and I puff the whole bag

Smoking Marijuana to blow your mind

Is like throwing sand into a delicate machine

And hoping nothing goes wrong

The plant can be identified by it's saw tooth leaf

Which always has an odd number of fingers

The underside of the leaf, has a sticky feel to it