Anybody Killa (ABK) started his rap career in 1995 as part of the group Krazy Klan. He rapped under the name Jaymo while his partner (LAVEL) rapped as Jayho. Later he became the hype man for Blaze Ya Dead Homie before going out on his own.
Charlie Brown
Anybody Killa Lyrics
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I love weed, specialy when it gets me gasping, coughing up a lounge from that pasion. Grasping on the life with every hit that i take. When i'm high is the only time i feel awake. Roll it up. Bags on resurve is what i desurve. No joke i gots to smoke it calms my nurves, and if charlie was around i garente a tradgedy, from his dirt, brown weed makes heads start to hurt.Call me a high on red eyed zombi, smelling like old kanta twist a pinetree, and f**k smokey my names big inhale, and i'm known to take it down to the tail, you know what i mean. Rezy res build up on my fingernail. Clam bake inside the soundproof lotus pod cell. lettin out when i'm blessed again, so pass it back and let me get another hit big smoker.
Charlie charlie you're weed is so sorry, you must have thrown it in a dusty sufery. I just can't smoke that no more, eventhough i'm broke and i'm poor. I smell that shit in your bag i choke and run for the door. dont hurt chi charlie and homie you still my boy, just keep that blunt at your spot, and homie you still my boy. The stress i can't never handle i need to be high so stay the f**k off my block, and don't come back on my side.
Charlie Charlie you just ain't fresh anymore, be cause i like to be lifted. Your shit ground me to the floor. Don't make me deck you, charlie don't come round here with that, don't nobody wan't to hit that you bustas need to quit that. Charlie Charlie
The song "Charlie Brown" by Anybody Killa is a reflection on the importance of quality, potent weed. The singer addresses his friend, Charlie Brown, and expresses his disdain for the weed he supplies. The lyrics describe Charlie's weed as "dodo brown" and smelling like the ground. The singer acknowledges that Charlie is still his friend, but warns him not to come around with his weak product. The singer's preference for high-quality weed is made clear when he says that he needs to be high to handle stress and that Charlie's product just isn't potent enough to do the job.
The chorus, "Charlie Charlie you just ain't fresh anymore," summarizes the situation in a sentence. The singer's focus on the strain and quality of the weed emphasizes the importance of the experience of smoking. It's not just about getting high, but about the potency, the flavor, and the effect. The song asserts that smoking weed brings its own culture and communities, and the singer implies that those who can't provide good product have no place in that culture. Ultimately, "Charlie Brown" is a plea for quality over quantity and a reminder that the value of friendship should not override the quality of the smoking experience.
Line by Line Meaning
Charlie Brown please don't come around because you're weed is dodo brown and it smells like the ground.
Charlie, I can't smoke your weed anymore because it's of really low quality and smells bad.
Your still my homie, but with that weed you don't know me.
I still consider you as my friend, but I won't smoke weed with you if you continue to offer me such low-quality stuff.
When i inhale this, the stalness creeps up on me.
Whenever I smoke your weed, I feel stale and unhappy.
I love weed, specialy when it gets me gasping, coughing up a lounge from that pasion.
I enjoy smoking weed that gives me a strong high, making me cough and feel alive.
Grasping on the life with every hit that i take. When i'm high is the only time i feel awake.
I feel like I'm truly living when I'm high and each hit makes me feel more alive.
Roll it up. Bags on resurve is what i desurve.
I deserve to have plenty of weed at hand, so I can roll it up anytime I want.
No joke i gots to smoke it calms my nurves, and if charlie was around i garente a tradgedy, from his dirt, brown weed makes heads start to hurt.
Smoking weed is essential for calming my nerves. However, if Charlie were still around, I would experience a lot of trouble with his low-quality, headache-causing weed.
Call me a high on red eyed zombi, smelling like old kanta twist a pinetree, and f**k smokey my names big inhale, and i'm known to take it down to the tail, you know what i mean.
People might refer to me as a zombie with red eyes, smelling like old weed, but I don't care. My name is Big Inhale, and I'm known for taking huge hits of weed and smoking it all the way down to the filter.
Rezy res build up on my fingernail. Clam bake inside the soundproof lotus pod cell. lettin out when i'm blessed again, so pass it back and let me get another hit big smoker.
I have resin buildup on my fingernail from smoking so much weed. I also enjoy smoking in a soundproof room and releasing the smoke when I'm done. Pass me the blunt, please.
Charlie charlie you're weed is so sorry, you must have thrown it in a dusty sufery.
Charlie, your weed is so bad that I think you must have found it in a dusty place filled with cobwebs.
I just can't smoke that no more, eventhough i'm broke and i'm poor. I smell that shit in your bag i choke and run for the door.
I can't smoke your weed anymore, even though I don't have a lot of money. Every time I smell it, I want to leave.
dont hurt chi charlie and homie you still my boy, just keep that blunt at your spot, and homie you still my boy.
Charlie, please don't be upset, you are still my friend. Just keep your low-quality weed to yourself and we'll be fine.
The stress i can't never handle i need to be high so stay the f**k off my block, and don't come back on my side.
Smoking weed is a coping mechanism for me. If you can't offer good weed, stay away from me and don't come back.
Charlie Charlie you just ain't fresh anymore, be cause i like to be lifted.
Charlie, your weed is no longer fresh enough for me because I prefer high-quality weed.
Your shit ground me to the floor. Don't make me deck you, charlie don't come round here with that, don't nobody wan't to hit that you bustas need to quit that.
Your low-quality weed makes me feel really heavy, and I might even have to hit you if you continue to bring it around. Nobody wants to smoke that, so you and your friends should stop smoking it.
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