歌词
It's Friday mornin' where the w**d at
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat w**d sack
'Cause I wanna get high
Like a plane in the sky
With the indo cloud in ma brain
Where da f**k are my zig zags and my lighter
So I can roll it and set on fire
Damn I wish I had scissors
'Cause this sh*t is so sticky that
It's gettin' on my f**kin' fingers
But it's smokeable
Double tokeable
I got the one hit that's with that
Bombay sh*t that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Lemmie make sure there ain't no
Lump in the goddamn center
Impregnated
Lookin' joint f**k it
I can smoke it and I still get faded
Roll it up
Light it up
Smoke it up
Inhale exhale
Roll it up
Light it up
Smoke it up
Inhale exhale
Roll it up
Light it up
Smoke it up
Inhale exhale
Roll it up
Light it up
Smoke it up
Inhale exhale
East coast hittin' that blunt
West coast hittin' that honey dip
Marijuana joint
And I want another hit
Roll it up light it up
Smoke it up
I wanna stimulate ma mind
So I toke it up
Can I get a hit
Can I get a woooo
Gimme that fat bag a'w**d in da room
So I can get faded elavated
Smoke a joint down to a roach
Then I ate it
I stand two to the guess guy
Off by as I keep runnin from the chota
Gimme that w**d fool in your big stash
Puto don't be holdin' out on the big bag
Roll it up
Light it up
Smoke it up
Inhale exhale
Roll it up
Light it up
Smoke it up
Inhale exhale
Roll it up
Light it up
Smoke it up
Inhale exhale
Roll it up
Light it up
Smoke it up
Inhale exhale