Yo, yo, we got some fire up in here
wooo, yo yo you hear that shit? yo you here that shit?
Those are my niggas right there, yo I love these niggas yo
We be puffing heavenly and heavily
till it affects our memory
by the time I'm 70
I'll probably forget my identity
from excess of cloudy days
and a habit behavior
foggin out my veins
every day from the way that I blaze the
vegetation that probably come from Jamaica
and cuban paper writing lyrics
and catching vapors
Gracious, thankful for gifts that god gave us
Mic skills for rippin stages and getting famous
Splittin vegas insert em with cripel regs cuz
anything else will probably knock me flat on my anus
like that strange dust
that force you to act insane dust
that do make you wake up the next morning in handcuffs
can't blame us, it helps me relieve my angers
relaxes my brain, plus takes me through different chambers
gets me lit like Vegas, hittin it hard like Genghis Khan
Oh it's
WEED, no sticks no stems no seeds
Just some of that sticky Green
Do you know what I mean?
Oh it's
WEED, no sticks no stems no seeds
Just some of that sticky Green
Do you know what I mean?
I'm a weed addict like Mr Menace
Blunt to the face sippin a guinness
Start talking don't even finish the sentance
Like the other day when I was...
see what that lot does
Now leave the drunk rapper alone
Let me enjoy my buzz
Handlin strickly trees and licks that got me ramblin
Understand me when I say about them damn drugs I ain't a fan of them
and that you can quote me on
Call me Sir Smokealot or Smokey One
While others be watchin the sunrise
Waiting all night till their coke be gone
That's a habit that'll have you broke beyond recognition
So a cracker like me just bless the ism
Respect the wisdom of
that sensimi, although it got me off track
with a lack consistency
That get high once more efficiently
and some one-bedroom efficiency
Me and marriage got a history
but it's fake love and got me missing the
point smoke a joint, the realm of reality seems a mystery
I smoke like a stove, eyes half closed
fuck around with some ho, smell reefer all over my clothes
mumblin out my jaw mouth, stumblin about to fall out
just enough energy left to call out
"yo son get a Dutch I'm all out"
Weed fascinate, so hand me the weight
I roll the leaf, then pass the plate
and I'll begin to procrastonate responsibilities
fuck that shit'll have to wait
Hand me over a back son
Free co in the gym for protection
half hour I'll be stressed without a question
roll the next one
WEED SMOKERS
roll the next one
I said roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
INHALE, EXHALE
I said roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
INHALE, EXHALE
everybody
I said roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
INHALE, EXHALE
everybody
I said roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
INHALE, EXHALE
Oh it's
WEED, no sticks no stems no seeds
Just some of that sticky Green
Do you know what I mean?
Oh it's
WEED, no sticks no stems no seeds
Just some of that sticky Green
Do you know what I mean?
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