[Intro: Juicy J]
Man.... Hey nigga, check this shit out: We was up in Chicago, right? With my nigga Big Hemp, y'knowwhatI'msayin? Man, the nigga pass me a blunt, man, like "Smoke this shit, nigga! This some of that Bin Laden Weed! Y'all don't know nothing bout this shit down south!" I was all like: "What? What the fuck is Bin Laden Weed?" The man said: "The shit's like three different kinds of weed, man, grown all together." He said that shit some straight killer. Them Chicago niggas, man, they named that shit "Bin Laden Weed," man, some straight fire!
[Chorus]
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby Brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby Brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby Brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby Brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my ho
Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round niggas I know
I sped it up on WEED, I slowed it down on SNOW
Cause I seen so many niggas fall off that blow
One day they got it all, the next ain't shit to show
So off that yayo my nasal I had to cut that ho
But now I'm feeling happy I'm on that Binny Bin Laden
And niggas is actin' like they don't know what the fuck just happened
My vision getting blurry, I'm 'bout to fall asleep
Or am I dying if I OD cause this some potent weed
My life start flashing like holograms like right in front
Of my own face I never felt this way off one blunt
I see my son gaining life and my dad losing his
And old girlfriends and niggas I shouldn't have hung with
The picture starting to fade, it's getting hard to breathe
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve
Man.... Hey nigga, check this shit out: We was up in Chicago, right? With my nigga Big Hemp, y'knowwhatI'msayin? Man, the nigga pass me a blunt, man, like "Smoke this shit, nigga! This some of that Bin Laden Weed! Y'all don't know nothing bout this shit down south!" I was all like: "What? What the fuck is Bin Laden Weed?" The man said: "The shit's like three different kinds of weed, man, grown all together." He said that shit some straight killer. Them Chicago niggas, man, they named that shit "Bin Laden Weed," man, some straight fire!
[Chorus]
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby Brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby Brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby Brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby Brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my ho
Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round niggas I know
I sped it up on WEED, I slowed it down on SNOW
Cause I seen so many niggas fall off that blow
One day they got it all, the next ain't shit to show
So off that yayo my nasal I had to cut that ho
But now I'm feeling happy I'm on that Binny Bin Laden
And niggas is actin' like they don't know what the fuck just happened
My vision getting blurry, I'm 'bout to fall asleep
Or am I dying if I OD cause this some potent weed
My life start flashing like holograms like right in front
Of my own face I never felt this way off one blunt
I see my son gaining life and my dad losing his
And old girlfriends and niggas I shouldn't have hung with
The picture starting to fade, it's getting hard to breathe
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve
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