Now it's that Puff Puff bad shit, Chichichong grass shit
Blunts to the head, Cushpellas, no mattress
Speedboat traffic, bitch it's automatic
Cross that line, fuck around and get your ass kicked
We roll shit that burns slow as fucking molasses
Polly won't pass it, smoke it till the last hit
Damn to the asses, Mary J a bad bitch
Andre 3001, I'm the one classic
Go ahead, ask him, bitch it's bout how I be smokin'
I'll party all night, forget it's goin' down
Order rounds and smoke a quarter pound of that good stuff
Oh yeah, we smokin' all night, yeah
Puff Puff, pass that shit right here
Niggas better than my last batch
Caramel complexion and a ass fat
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale
Let's go!
I know you're tryin' to get high
Tired but shit's a high, you're leanin' sideways
Make a way for this suicide
I'll land because I got it all day
No need to fly to Jamaica
Fuck the ganja, we kick it the same day
You want the bomb, bomb, kick it
I'll land my niggie right here in L .A.
L .A., L .A., L .A., L .A., L .A., L .A., L .A.
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Hmph, still I am
Tighter than the pants on where I am
Back, throwback, still a half pound in my backpack
Next to where the swishers at, smokin' presidential
Got some bubba, I'll give you that
Need it for my cataracts
Four hoes and I'm the pimp
In my Cadillac, you can tell them Cali back
Matter of fact, they done know
This ain't drone, get a whiff of that
Know it ain't no seeds in my sack
You ain't never gotta ask dawg what he smokin' on
Shit, kush to my mind gone
What you think I'm on?
Eyes low, I'm blown
High as a motherfucker, you ain't no question bout it
Niggas say smoke me out, yeah I really doubt it
I'm Bob Marley reincarnated, sun faded
So if you want it, you know your nigga holdin'
You can put it in a sack, go up, money keep comin'
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale
Say whoa, I know you're tryin' to get high
Type of shit to hire, you lean the sideways
Take a whiff of this suicide
I'll have it because I got it all day
No need to fly to Jamaica
For the gun job, you can get the same thing
You want the bomb, bomb, take it
I'll have money right here in L .A.
In L .A., L .A., L .A., L .A., L .A.
Aint that kush we blow on the best smoke in house
Slow no joke, make your ass choke
Hold up, baby you can don't put it back
It's what you got in the sack, boy
Aint that kush we blow on the best smoke in house
Slow no joke, make your ass choke
Yeah, where I sat
You know it was a fun night
Let me put some cash in the back
Waitin' me, waitin' me
Subconscious, waitin' me
Waitin' me, waitin' me
Tell me which part the best grace comes from
Which part the best kush serve
Me try wait for each and every nation
And one thing I can say
Ah yes, good, ah the best thing
Ah yes, good, make your world a meditation
Ah yes, good, ah the best thing
I'm investing, yeah
When you see me in my cherry red
With my eyes red
Y 'all inna di diagram, you can't see your head
Higher than the birds and the planes in the sky
A smile on my face, I just see me drive by
No more street, me search for the best
Me will search from east to the west
Just to find the best grace
The best grace, the I .R .S. kush
Smoke herbs till me bleedin' eye lock
Me bleedin' eye lock, me needin' eye drops
Smoke herbs till me lock down me eyelash
It open me eye bag, me friends call me eye tops
Smoke herbs till me bleedin' eye lock
Me bleedin' eye lock, me needin' eye drops
Smoke herbs till me lock down me eyelash
It open me eye bag, me friends call me eye tops
Smoke till me head bright off
Subwoof me at nine, spliff inna hour
Me a night off
Like a zebra, me face a striper
Get high inna the night, call me a whole hour a night
Smoke till me head a open up, a ox like a coconut
Smoke a lot but feel me me smoke enough
Chalice me a half inna ovipuff
Puff chalice like Bob Marley till cancer inna me ovicons
Tubs a smoke, love love cross
Inna rotation, that mean puff puff pass
Me like the spliff, a me must puff
Nah, smell hurts, that mean say me just just pass
A little, a little, a little, a little, a little
Ain't that good, we blow on the best smoke in house
Lord, no joke, make your ass choke
Hold up, baby, you can go
Put it back, it's what you got in your sack
Boy, we ain't that, ain't that good
We blow on the best smoke in house
Lord, no joke, make your ass choke
DJ Battle, baby
Piano Demi -O
Brendon Nicki Minaj
Money, money, money, money
Money!
