Smoker's Choice EP

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1.	High Notes [original version] 04:11	lyrics	buy track
CHORUS: I wish my music was somethin' to smoke I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes Life can be low, I'm just stayin' afloat I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes Even if I'm sleep or I'm barely awoke I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes Come with the quote soon as it hit my throat I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes VERSE ONE [B-No Good]: I'm just smokin' and chokin' Don't know what I'm tokin' The Exodus paper is what I am rollin' Some sweet calamus Also known as the cannabis Better known as weed... My and I.V stay blowin' the green Forever happy just showin' my teeth Flowin' over this beat You should've known it was me I'm a do this hip hop like it's 'sposed to be So, all you gotta do is let us grow the leaf And there would really be no need to patrol the street No education So the FDA is a Fucking Dumb Administration Just admit that you're hatin' People aren't corporations You're not the only supplier of medication Leaving our cancer patients waitin' Back and forth pacin' Killin 'em with radiation Leaving their livers wasted Because of the pills they're takin' Fuck Schedule One Try schedule none How can a plant be a harmful drug? While you do the research I'm a crack a bud Much wiser I went from hops to hemp And I still gotta lot mo' props to get Didn't need AA, just MJ We don't need the chemicals Monsanto spray Footlong spliffs how we do thangs Smokin' on the same weed as the Choom Gang Government grade, joint lit three ways I love to blaze Spark piff, we don't start shit Avoid a crucial conflict Purchase a barn and fill it with hay CHORUS VERSE TWO [Poizon I.V]: Everybody tryna get high Everybody wanna come hit this fire Everybody move Everybody groove If you up and you out put your Ls in the sky With my nigga B cause you know we gon' blow it 2-1-6 we some motherfuckin' stoners Need another cig, send a nigga to the sto' Put it in the air, put a nigga on the flo' We be smokin' that...that good shit Grape, that girl, that scout...that cookie Fuck the police Yeah, I'm ridin' with a doobie Pass it to the left to my homegirl Susie She gon' start cryin' like a bitch named Lucy Get another dime, another bottle, another loosey Ready, I'm ready to go get Ricky He gon' gimme the eighth for that fifty Smokin'-smokin'-smokin'-smokin'-smokin' I can't breathe no mo' All up in my lungs Red eyes, I can't see no mo' Who be fuckin' with me? Who be fuckin' with that loud pack? Diesel, sour, purp, white widow Gimme all of that Trees, yeah I love 'em I got gas for days That's the first thing I do when a nigga get paid CHORUS BRIDGE
2.	High Notes [edited version] 04:11	lyrics	buy track
CHORUS: I wish my music was somethin' to smoke I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes Life can be low, I'm just stayin' afloat I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes Even if I'm sleep or I'm barely awoke I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes Come with the quote soon as it hit my throat I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes VERSE ONE [B-No Good]: I'm just smokin' and chokin' Don't know what I'm tokin' The Exodus paper is what I am rollin' Some sweet calamus Also known as the cannabis Better known as weed... My and I.V stay blowin' the green Forever happy just showin' my teeth Flowin' over this beat You should've known it was me I'm a do this hip hop like it's 'sposed to be So, all you gotta do is let us grow the leaf And there would really be no need to patrol the street No education So the FDA is a F------ Dumb Administration Just admit that you're hatin' People aren't corporations You're not the only supplier of medication Leaving our cancer patients waitin' Back and forth pacin' Killin 'em with radiation Leaving their livers wasted Because of the pills they're takin' F--- Schedule One Try schedule none How can a plant be a harmful drug? While you do the research I'm a crack a bud Much wiser I went from hops to hemp And I still gotta lot mo' props to get Didn't need AA, just MJ We don't need the chemicals Monsanto spray Footlong spliffs how we do thangs Smokin' on the same weed as the Choom Gang Government grade, joint lit three ways I love to blaze Spark piff, we don't start s--- Avoid a crucial conflict Purchase a barn and fill it with hay CHORUS VERSE TWO [Poizon I.V]: Everybody tryna get high Everybody wanna come hit this fire Everybody move Everybody groove If you up and you out put your Ls in the sky With my n---- B cause you know we gon' blow it 2-1-6 we some motherf-----' stoners Need another cig, send a n----- to the sto' Put it in the air, put a n---- on the flo' We be smokin' that...that good s--- Grape, that girl, that scout...that cookie F--- the police Yeah, I'm ridin' with a doobie Pass it to the left to my homegirl Susie She gon' start cryin' like a b---- named Lucy Get another dime, another bottle, another loosey Ready, I'm ready to go get Ricky He gon' gimme the eighth for that fifty Smokin'-smokin'-smokin'-smokin'-smokin' I can't breathe no mo' All up in my lungs Red eyes, I can't see no mo' Who be f-----' with me? Who be f-----' with that loud pack? Diesel, sour, purp, white widow Gimme all of that Trees, yeah I love 'em I got gas for days That's the first thing I do when a n---- get paid CHORUS BRIDGE
3.	High Notes [z-mix] 03:45	lyrics	buy track
CHORUS: I wish my music was somethin' to smoke I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes Life can be low, I'm just stayin' afloat I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes Even if I'm sleep or I'm barely awoke I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes Come with the quote soon as it hit my throat I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes VERSE ONE [B-No Good]: I'm just smokin' and chokin' Don't know what I'm tokin' The Exodus paper is what I am rollin' Some sweet calamus Also known as the cannabis Better known as weed... My and I.V stay blowin' the green Forever happy just showin' my teeth Flowin' over this beat You should've known it was me I'm a do this hip hop like it's 'sposed to be So, all you gotta do is let us grow the leaf And there would really be no need to patrol the street No education So the FDA is a Fucking Dumb Administration Just admit that you're hatin' People aren't corporations You're not the only supplier of medication Leaving our cancer patients waitin' Back and forth pacin' Killin 'em with radiation Leaving their livers wasted Because of the pills they're takin' Fuck Schedule One Try schedule none How can a plant be a harmful drug? While you do the research I'm a crack a bud Much wiser I went from hops to hemp And I still gotta lot mo' props to get Didn't need AA, just MJ We don't need the chemicals Monsanto spray Footlong spliffs how we do thangs Smokin' on the same weed as the Choom Gang Government grade, joint lit three ways I love to blaze Spark piff, we don't start shit Avoid a crucial conflict Purchase a barn and fill it with hay CHORUS VERSE TWO [Poizon I.V]: Everybody tryna get high Everybody wanna come hit this fire Everybody move Everybody groove If you up and you out put your Ls in the sky With my nigga B cause you know we gon' blow it 2-1-6 we some motherfuckin' stoners Need another cig, send a nigga to the sto' Put it in the air, put a nigga on the flo' We be smokin' that...that good shit Grape, that girl, that scout...that cookie Fuck the police Yeah, I'm ridin' with a doobie Pass it to the left to my homegirl Susie She gon' start cryin' like a bitch named Lucy Get another dime, another bottle, another loosey Ready, I'm ready to go get Ricky He gon' gimme the eighth for that fifty Smokin'-smokin'-smokin'-smokin'-smokin' I can't breathe no mo' All up in my lungs Red eyes, I can't see no mo' Who be fuckin' with me? Who be fuckin' with that loud pack? Diesel, sour, purp, white widow Gimme all of that Trees, yeah I love 'em I got gas for days That's the first thing I do when a nigga get paid CHORUS BRIDGE
4.	4:17 03:40	lyrics	buy track
VERSE ONE: Sniffin’ it Taggin’ it Clippin’ it Baggin’ it Infinite textures Intricate measures Were taken Not even Liam Neeson could relate with Don’t worry about what I’m blazin’ It’s sacred, it’s the ganja The reefer The pain reliever The Sour D buds But Pink Panther tastes sweeter Light up the incense The smell is intense Remember when a dime was ten cents? Ask ya mama I keep a thick stick of the ganja Rastafari – the Black messiah Who pack the pipe up And pop up out of nowhere at any random cipher When I say roll, I’m not talking ‘bout dice bruh This strain taste like apple cider Gimme back my lighter The ganja is what I brought to the party You think I’m boozin’ on alcohol, not hardly Show you a safer alternative When I burn a spliff Time to use Mother Nature’s gift To live long and prosper…it’s The ganja CHORUS: I get blazed at 4:17 That gives me three minutes to roll some more green VERSE TWO: I’m just being real people Prescription pills kill people No taboo ‘cause it’s legal But at the same time lethal Cigarettes too Even our food Beware of what the FDA approves The ganja has committed zero deaths So with all due respect Don’t worry about what the fuck I do Go ahead and drink your brew And I don’t think I’m better than you I’m just not stopping until it’s legal as lettuce, ya fool The ganja is a very sacred herb That grows wild on this earth And by now, it’s common knowledge that alcohol is worse While they’re claiming there’s not enough official research They hold the only patent on its medicinal worth The ganja, the green and all of its prestige What does a law mean? If the feds can still raid your dispensary Better not let you third eye wander Don’t let the coppers Know you unlocked Your chakras All because of the ganja CHORUS VERSE THREE: Why is it that I’m four times more likely To get arrested for producing joints like Spike Lee And I ain’t know s*** about dabs ‘Til I kicked it with Chad Now I’m convicted for possessing big bags of the ganja When used proper It can stop the Spreading of cancer Teaching our youth is the answer Expand the young minds of the future Watch a decline in teen usage The only thing I wanna harm is lasagna When I smoke the ganja Not to brag But I gotsta have That high potency But not the schwag In my zone DTD don’t need your dirt weed, we got our fucking own This is a another song about the ganja Follow the bouncing bong And sing-a-long As I take it from seed to clone Your own grown In the comfort of your own home Straight to the dome Got my head in the montañas From one hit of the ganja CHORUS
5.	Mind Drift [dtd version] 04:16	lyrics	buy track
VERSE ONE [B-No Good]: I close my eyes and realize Things ain't always what they seem So I tend to daydream And contemplate over the cream Couple brain cells missing Cuz I'm smoking the green Fucking up my words But you know what I mean 'Round here if it "canoe" That mean the blunt burn wrong Rubbin' honey on the Swisher Makes the blunt burn long One hit'll turn your vision to fog One hit'll make your bitch sing-a-long Now, follow them bouncin' balls Twenty-eight grams, yes ma'am I want the ounce and all Ridin' down the highway, the high way Smoking weed like I ain't got no job and it's Friday I get-the get-the money Get the cash maine Ay-yo we get-the get-the money Get the cash maine I'm so blowed I'm going forty in the fast lane Me and Kufe get blunted like that's all we know You say you wanna ride baby? Then close the do' CHORUS: We get high Yeah that's that shit Smoking that piff Just let your mind drift We just ride Taking unknown trips It's BNG and Kufe B Heatin' up the strip We get high It's just blunts-n-fifths Take it to the face Girl let your mind drift We just ride Oh, that's yo chick? Excuse me, but she hopped in the whip VERSE TWO [Kufe Brite]: It's that bitch Kufe B Yeah, you know she high All up in yo mama face She think I got pink eye I could give two fucks About a broad and her problems Just bring my money on time And we won't have no problems Niggas hate on me Cuz hoes give it up You could probably get it too If your dick stood up Y'all chase and lace Kufe fuck and replace These niggas immature And I'm so for real You can sing-a-long I'm getting money for real We smoke by the pound Not by the sack If you buying me a drink It better be yack If you talking shit You guaranteed to get smacked By reality Got these lil' hoes mad at me Cuz I love 'em and leave 'em They gone like the smoke That I blow in the wind I said they gone like the smoke That I blow in the wind Now, it's the movement CHORUS VERSE THREE [G. Ice]: My mind been driftin' Pay attention Grab a legal tab Scribble notes and listen You might learn Why my eyes fried and glisten Learned it back in high school In detention Dudes being rude In the back of the class Breaking open cigarillos Mixing haze with the hash Cornea's ruby tone Plus my mind been gone Passing the reef zone Playing "Hydro" by Bone Let me get you all hip To some new shit Get a bong Pour a lil wine into it If you don't blaze Then sip the fluid Take a hit Step inside For a ride No my spaceship Headed to stars Bring the hay from the barn Listening to Pink Floyd Watching the Wizard of Oz Trip from rifts of the guitar Leave my body in awe Trip from, hits off the cigar Leave my body and all CHORUS
6.	Bong Rips-N-Coffee 04:22	lyrics	buy track
CHORUS: My flow so sick I’m coughing Why won’t your chick get off me? Munching on cannabis toffee Who wants bong rips-n-coffee? VERSE ONE: Wakin’, bakin’ breakfast in bed Watch that grapefruit spread Used to be a Goose head Now it’s just caffeine And a little bit of green My morning routine Keeps my senses keen Feeling like Wolverine But I’m scarlett and grey Folgers and a blunt Best part of the day The incredible edible cannabis plant You can eat it You can smoke it You can wear it as a hat I stay in the cave like Mumford and Sons Stuffin’ the blunt My girl real plump in the butt Touch her and I’m fucking you up Tried LSD with LSP And ended up stuck in her lumps Ideal for winter time Grab friends, Adventure Time Half shell that’s stale Fuck it, its Master Splitter time One hitter quitter rhymes It’s the Virtual Boy with the red eyes Marvel comic fan Lyrics are astonishing Here’s a thought bubble You would have never saw rubble If you would have kept your jaw buckled But you sought trouble And I’m normally peaceful Ready to greet you My dude got the medical-grade, plus the treats too And we rolling up fat joints that’s see through Coffee is Columbian brewed Mines is black If your rhymes is wack Get hot Joe in your lap You ain’t supposed to rap So close your trap Everyone knows Midwest controls the map Now run and tell that like your phone is tapped Catch you trying to steal the recipe Your nose get slapped Dudes be like: “B, how you flow like that?” Watch how the clones adapt The way you flow is crap Aaaaaw snap Aw snap Come to our macaroni party and we’ll take a nap CHORUS VERSE TWO: You ever notice how hired sounds like fired? When you hot, they admire When you cold like Meyer’s They’ll show you the door And tell you to roll like tires Their loss I would never respect the term “boss” Or superior, as if you’re inferior I don’t work for you You just manage what I do With much scrutiny And you stay using me Abusing my sleep Got me thinking about work at the end of the week And then we repeat Just to make ends meet Don’t worry about how long I take lunch my friend Or the clock won’t be the only thing I’m punching-in Breaking my back For this wack ass check Take it all back If you wanna disrespect This is why we stress Then blaze up cess I guess that the time when I’m not depressed But if success is money, I’m not impressed Broke as joke ain’t funny When you’re the culprit Soon as you get caught up Here go some mo’ shit At work high as fuck Hoping no one notices I got mo’ expenses Than appendages One of the reasons I still ain’t got kids and shit Who ever said I have to sacrifice a third of my day For this worthless pay This is absurd to say But I gotta keep the peace If I wanna keep the lease Got me on a short leash Still can’t afford these Reoccurring payments On the night and day shift That modern day slave tip Wiping my ass with your pink slip For limiting my uniqueness Keep the java flowin’ This ain’t even spittin’ This is lava blowin’ Get my four footer And bring it on This dark roast is strong Now take a rip from the bong CHORUS
7.	Smoky Silhouettes [alternate version] 02:06	lyrics	buy track
VERSE ONE [G. Ice]: First up, get a fresh cut Could do the taper Might get a fade Number nine J's That be colored in gray Shades on my face Prada, shaved in the frame I don't do names But them thangs so clean When I'm in the old school Body built like a train Paint now and later flavor So wet it leave a stain Ride looking real fly And it jet like a plane Part two, gotta make my loot Connect with the crew Or get your baby boo Me, G, see I Stay up in the booth Two-four-seven, when I can It's the truth Flip a quick trick Like a dolphin through a hoop When I go and get them ends From them hens in the coup Touch they dudes wit the flu Cause they queen follow suits Mami making that cheese On the track in a loop Pay attention Grab a hand full of women Let me know you ain't tripping Break 'em bread, so stay sticking They get pole when they stripping You ain't gotta put your dick in So cold with your pimping When they slipping on they linen Stay proper wit the whip Comfortable to get in White walls, Dayton's, Asanti's spinning Killing for a living Haters grilling when you chilling Money scraping sky ceilings Four sides start building VERSE TWO [B-No Good]: This nigga passed me the red ink pen So let me begin To murder this fucking verse Snatch a purse Crash a hearst Stab a nurse Grab her skirt I'm like a bad ass rash that hurts Feel it in your chest Cuz you smoking with the best No seeds, no stress Yes, that's my motto In my Sunday's best Clean as a whistle With the big homie Geoff Leanin' a little Smoking and drinking and thinking About a better day Hoping and praying to learn a better way Scoping these dudes Who say they do "this and that" But they fail to put facts up in their raps It's all fiction While you ball sniffing For a label to sign your bum-ass You all wishing Talking 'bout you tossing up cash But in the video it's all missing And y'all snitching Pardon me every once in a while When I pick up the mic with a blunt and a smile And if you fucks with the town You ain't trustin' a clown Nerf or nothing You ain't bussing the pound Bluffing like wow They loving the sound Coming from miles around Putting it down This is our official bid For the underground crown So let me end This petty discussion right now CHORUS: Only rolling up the best Feel it when it hit your chest Step up in the room All you see is smoky silhouettes
8.	Christmas Trees [chopped-n-screwed] 04:39	lyrics	buy track
CHORUS: Oh Christmas Trees Oh Christmas Trees Your leaves get me So freaking geeked Red and green hairs Colors combine Twist up that pine Don't blow my high Oh Christmas Trees Oh Christmas Trees Your leaves get me So freaking geeked VERSE ONE: A friend with weed Is a friend indeed Ol' Saint Nicky Break this down please While I light my spliff On Rudolph's nose Only fresh cannabis I don't fuck with snow Misses Claus is baking kush cookies Lemme lick the bowl Oh would you please Speaking of bowls Could you pack this G To be a smoker like me You need practice see So twist a blunt And blaze it up Delivering gifts high This should be fun CHORUS VERSE TWO: Stockings were hung From the chimney with care Man, they gon be tripping when they see a vaporizer in there My eyes are red Like ornaments Thought we were done But Santa had more of it He said spark this up I got the munchies He immediately Went for the cookies I said save me some And then he turned around With nothing but crumbs That's when we heard a sound It was tiny Timmy Eyes lit up with glee I said hit this Blue Dream And take yo ass back to sleep CHORUS VERSE THREE: Right about now The story's winding down Smoking on that Grinch You call it lime green loud No sticks, no seeds How could this be? You're the prettiest tree My eyes ever did see Christmas without you Just ain't the same You can have the egg nog I want Mary Jane You're the greatest gift And you even come wrapped With a bow on top Cuz you got it like that Each shining light Each silver shell No one pipe Spreads cheer so well CHORUS

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For organic smokers only. This EP contains two new songs, remixes and b-side versions of B-No Good's most stoner-worthy material to date.

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released April 20, 2016

© 2016 Burning River Records
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Sticky for Burning River Records
Graphic art by B-No Good

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B-No Good Cleveland, Ohio

B-No Good was created to destroy the current state of hip hop music with grungy-style beats, hardcore and relevant rhymes, with topics that people of a broad spectrum can relate. His style is uniquely aimed at the revitalization of both the hip hop industry and the city of Cleveland, Ohio. ... more

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