The Sessions - QC & Dub Lyrics

Headed to the corner store, there's three things that I'm lookin' for
Two things that come from the rack, one thing that comes from a dude out the back
I reach down deep in my jeans, gotta make sure that I brought money
Can't just shove this shit up my sleeve, don't need hassles from the police

All I need is q-tips, condoms, and weed
All I need is q-tips, condoms, and weed
All I need is q-tips, condoms, and weed
All I need is q-tips, condoms, and weed

Pay for my stuff, head to the truck, guy with a gun says man stick 'em up
I turn around, say "What the f*ck?" He says "Now dude you're shit out of luck
I saw you come from the store, with the three things I was lookin' for"

All he needed was my f*ckin' weed
All he needed was my f*ckin' weed
All he needed was my f*ckin' weed
All he needed was my f*ckin' weed

You ready for this? Take your pants off!

All I wanted was my f*ckin' weed
All I wanted was my f*ckin' weed
All I wanted was my f*ckin' weed
All I wanted was my f*ckin' weed