Lyrics:
roll it, light it up
Crush it, lick it, spark it up
Load it, pack it, take a puff (take puff, take a puff)
If I wasn't sparking blunts, I'd be sparking
to roll up, cowboy tradition
Or burn a Peace Pipe, and Cythe like the Injins
Or burn a big spliff, Bob Marley style
Buffalo Soldier, Rosta Farey style
sexy hooked up by Becky true to the dice not new to the dice sexy
Dropped me off 456 Ci Lo Blvd. right after she blew on the dice.
123rd
First and foremost, I get more dough Twist a nigga up like a corn roll
If you my brother, you could get a slice of this pizza like DiGiorno
If we
the flavor with the because it pays
It's written by the groceries, or should I say the veggies
Come over here fair maiden, allow me to pull the wedgie
from
Adrenaline rush, no charlie
Calm myself by smoking bob marley
I'm a chilled out guy...
But I can understand why you would think I'm barmy
I'm tryna be done
Step off the plane, red dust on white Nike
I don't take calls from my ex anymore
I don't write scripts, Spike Lee, no film roll
Come from
On top of the beds
It's 2pm
With the gang
Making plans
So we call a couple girls from tama
30 Min went by
They pull up with the snacks
And a hookah
10
call us hotheads? I'd
Say we're dead shots
No, you won't get far when
You're held up by Deadlock
Everybody needs a family - mine
Is ride or die even when
I grew up hard, you know what I mean
Off to school, no lunch routine
Everyday we keep it clean
Flag, what, you know what I mean
Back in them hills,
hit list
I speed it up, boy you reckless, time's up, oh you guessed it
Raised up in this dungeon rap, I slice these rappers by the dozen
Got the bundle
upper echelon
Hustler hustler she only open shop for the customers
She pulling up at 10 pm white toes big shades
Thigh highs on gates and broadway
Main
then you know it's us
S.U.C. and the Drank Baby, if it ain't Screwed up it
Ain't slow enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind
the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up
the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up
Bone hooked me with that bomb bud
Now roll me up a huddah, I'm about to hit the bud
Cuz, you know a friend with weed is a friend indeed
But a friend
I stay up all night, I go to sleep watching Dragnet
Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet
I'm so rope, they call me Mr. Roper
When
right now under the influence
But if you'd just torch those that say I shouldn't do this
Bob Marley'd out, at least 'til I'm back by the lake
But I
Girls listen up
Torn between Saturday night and early Sunday morn
I don't know i'm somewhere stuck in between, tween
I'm out here knowing Hip Hop
'm worth gold
That's what I'm told by myself on a day I dont feel cold
Lucky is my fam, they happiness dear I hold
Hype myself up just to crash
My happiness,
in the mix it's time to chill
Char-la-la brought the on' what is asked in the blunts
Roll up some Bob Marley joints some skunk datz tight
And Nate got
King Coast, Bob, Bob, a hundred plus
Still runnin' numbers up, still done enough
But it's still like I ain't done enough
Keep them blue face hunnids
sound
I'm Kanye when it came to 'ye
I'm Jay-Z when it came to keys
I'm Snoop when it came to weed
So now they wanna Biggie me
As the credit rolls
to ball like Penny
I got the heart of a beast boy I roll up with a fleet
They show respect when I speak
I'm in her belly obese
I keep that fetti on me
I
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