O.C. ft. A.G. - “Weed & Drinks”
[Emcee(s): A.G. and O.C.]
[Producer(s): Buckwild]
[Sample (Multiple Elements): Chuck Mangione - “Love the Feeling” (0:01)]

[Verse 1: A.G.]
Wanna blow it? So roll it, breathe in, and hold it
Then you pass to whoever’s the closest
Do I grow it? You know it. Believe me, I’m focused
It’s O. and A.G., and we drink it and smoke it
I gotta have it, it’s a habit. I don’t even pass it
You mean, “Am I an addict?” Nah, I just smoke a lot
Son, I even stash it. One of these is magic
My P.O. acting like I’m supposed to stop
In Amsterdam, it’s grams in them coffee shops
In N.Y., I get as high as them astronauts. I spend
Enough to cop something hot off the lot, and I can tell
How strong it is if I cough or not
I puff the magic dragon, I got an ounce
In every pocket—that’s why my pants is sagging
I’m Bombay to Mumbai, smoke out my roommate
And I should stop, but, at this point, it’s too late
Lungs bleed ‘cause, son, you need that weed. Can’t front
If I don’t puff, I’ma eat that weed
And it’s with me in the clutch (Uh huh), my sixteens get mean
When I slam dunk a fifty and a Dutch
Inhale, then it hit me in the gut
Let it out. So real, it kick me in the nuts. Y’all
Know me: beats is pumping, freaks is thumping
Proceed, ghetto bastard gotta have it. I smoke
Trees, I keep puffing, I’ma fucking O.D
I tote shit and roll with parolees
Keep it moving or you’re catching a wild rif’. We’re getting
Dirty, no more living a foul life. Since a
Baby, they be saying, “That child trife.” It’s A.G
And O.C., and we living a Wild Life
[Interlude: O.C.]
Wanna fuck with that weed? Go see A. Wanna get your liver dirty? Come see me

[Hook: A.G. and O.C.]
Son, I’m
Twisted off the herbs, but I’ll roll another blunt. Man, I’m
About to straight hurl, but I’ma pour another cup
A couple more sips, just a few more puffs
Bon Appetit, y’all. Throw your L’s and your drinks up

[Verse 2: O.C.]
Bars get poured out, liqs get poured out
Chicks get drawn out the woodwork somehow
Remy and cranberry, thug passion’s heavy
Twisted to the point I can’t hold a drink steady
A’s puffing his Dutch, I’m numb off gin with the
Orange juice blend in my vein, it’s no pain
On some Al Green things, “Love and Happiness”
Finesse like the Remy Red and Coke in his chest. We get it
Liver than sipping a screwdriver (Word bond)
The 151’s like a volcano with lava
Jack Daniels hit you like a .38 revolver
Vodka straight will have you hanged over tomorrow
Take a sip, A, fuck that weed
Get your liver dirty, n***a, do it for me
On the count of three, I’ll puff the traum at the same time
You hit the Remy head-on (One, one, two, two, three, three)
[Hook: A.G. and O.C.]
Roll it, spark it, pass if you can’t hold it
Pour it, drink it, hurl it if you can’t control it
I’m folded off this L, and I’ma roll another blunt. Man, I’m
About to straight hurl, but I’ma pour another cup
A couple more sips, just a few more puffs
Bon Appetit, y’all. Throw your L’s and your drinks up
O.C. and A.G., yo, we drink it and smoke it