Lyrical Breakdown of Pass Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pass Me" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Three 6 Mafia weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pass Me" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Pass me the mothafuckin blunt man
Hurry up or else somebodys gonna get sprayed
Cough and choke on the weed it's just what I do
Cough and choke on the weed it's just what I do
Pass me the mothafuckin blunt man
Hurry up or else somebodys gonna get sprayed
Cough and choke on the weed it's just what I do
Cough and choke on the weed it's just what I do
Smoke this, smoke that
Smoke weed, smoke crack
Everybody getting high high on they fuckin sack
Everybody know me, know me by Black
Black be smokin weed man, smokin weed by the stack
Got this, got that
Got Swishas, got Black
Got that Smoked Out Loc'd Out bumpin on the fuckin track
Love to get high man
Roll to get high man
Smoke till I die man
Ain't no fuckin thang
I'ma smoke till I die, I'ma break down that Swisha
I'ma fill it up with weed, I'm gon' blow it like a missile
Ain't no smokin with me man, ain't no smokin with me mista
When you leave here dog, you gon' leave here in blisters
You gon' have to pull your pistols
Cause you're high and you're spooked
And you'll think I mixed ya'll weed with some gotdamn ooh
You must be tootin, tootin on that fruit in ya cell
Nigga the only thing I mix my weed with: it's gotdamn self
Pass me the mothafuckin blunt man
Hurry up or else somebodys gonna get sprayed
Cough and choke on the weed it's just what I do
Cough and choke on the weed it's just what I do
Here's-a round-a two-a
What you wanna do-a?
Smoke that fuckin weed
Smoke some fuckin buddah
You might as well
Go on ahead, suit up
Whatcha wanna do-a?
Break that fuckin weed down
Put that fuckin toot up
You knew-a, I was comin through this bitch
I been smoked out and locc'd out all day little bitch
I don't play little bitch, I get paid little bitch
Smoke weed and get high everyday little miss
and don't play
Whatsup nigga pass that dope go on
get your smoke on go hit it
Get fucked up we full of that pure I got my beer to go with it
Lil Chat be gone up off that doja,
Great for bendin my knees
I be so blinked that I can't think man I'm so full of that weed
Wanna blow a 'gun? Hell no
But you blow out your smoke
Man fuck my nose it is my lungs
I'm tryin to inhale when I choke
I get a blunt and then I dip it in that charce man I'm gone
I'm so fucked up, which way is which?
don't know how the fuck I got home
(That shits some fire)
Pass me the mothafuckin blunt man
Hurry up or else somebody gonna get sprayed
Cough and choke on the weed it's just what I do
Cough and choke on the weed it's just what I do