Yo, yo, kid, you-you alright?
Yo, yo, stop blockin', kid
Yo, what's wrong, man?
Yo, no, oh (oh, shit, gonna blow)
Oh no, yo
Oh, shit
Yo, what the f*ck is wrong? Yo' head, kid
Is that brain I smell? (Oh)
You bet your sweet thug ass (oh, no)
That's right
We're back up in here
With a case of that blocka, blocka
Here to tell all you donies and donnettes
The real deal
From the makers of Ghost Weed comes
Headless Horseman Weed
This shit is straight gold (ayo)
They make some bomb-ass weed
But this shit will f*ck up my hairdo (braow)
Now I get high, but I never thought I'd get hurt (pow, braow)
Yo, last time I smoke that shit, holmes, I swore I heard horses
Every time I try to write a motherf*ckin' rhyme that shit was about horses
Remember, Ghost Weed, it's American
De La Soul - It's American Lyrics
De La Soul - It's American Lyrics
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Yo, yo, kid, you-you alright?
Yo, yo, stop blockin', kid
Yo, what's wrong, man?
Yo, no, oh (oh, shit, gonna blow)
Oh no, yo
Oh, shit
Yo, what the f*ck is wrong? Yo' head, kid
Is that brain I smell? (Oh)
You bet your sweet thug ass (oh, no)
That's right
We're back up in here
With a case of that blocka, blocka
Here to tell all you donies and donnettes
The real deal
From the makers of Ghost Weed comes
Headless Horseman Weed
This shit is straight gold (ayo)
They make some bomb-ass weed
But this shit will f*ck up my hairdo (braow)
Now I get high, but I never thought I'd get hurt (pow, braow)
Yo, last time I smoke that shit, holmes, I swore I heard horses
Every time I try to write a motherf*ckin' rhyme that shit was about horses
Remember, Ghost Weed, it's American
Yo, yo, stop blockin', kid
Yo, what's wrong, man?
Yo, no, oh (oh, shit, gonna blow)
Oh no, yo
Oh, shit
Yo, what the f*ck is wrong? Yo' head, kid
Is that brain I smell? (Oh)
You bet your sweet thug ass (oh, no)
That's right
We're back up in here
With a case of that blocka, blocka
Here to tell all you donies and donnettes
The real deal
From the makers of Ghost Weed comes
Headless Horseman Weed
This shit is straight gold (ayo)
They make some bomb-ass weed
But this shit will f*ck up my hairdo (braow)
Now I get high, but I never thought I'd get hurt (pow, braow)
Yo, last time I smoke that shit, holmes, I swore I heard horses
Every time I try to write a motherf*ckin' rhyme that shit was about horses
Remember, Ghost Weed, it's American
Writer: David Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Vincent Mason
Copyright: Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP
Performed By: De La Soul
Language: English
Length: 1:09
Written by: David Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Vincent Mason