- Chris Webby High Grade 歌詞
- Chris Webby
- Somebody roll it up
Somebody roll it up
Somebody roll it up
Somebody roll it up
Yeah
Smoking on indo (yeah man)
So put down the coke and the benzos
No opiate choking your mental
Let your stress go, no dress code
Just breathe it and feel it
And if you can find it and need some Ill get it
Got peoples who flip it, believe me
They putting more trees on the street
Than the week after Christmas, hah
Only need that s**t that grow from out the ground
Got the plug from Cali Buds,
And then we cop it by the pound (yeah)
Dispensaries are popping up all over town
No more law to stop me now, its going down
Yeah, no longer do we gotta hide it
Or only smoke up when in private
In this recreational climate
No Five-O be looking through my whip
Smelling like bud at the function
No worries about your assumptions
No worries about peoples judgement
And if they judge then **** them, we puffing
Start the ganja party like we Tasha Marley
Rastafari eating calamari, too much pot to carry
I be on some other s**t, roll another spliff
Blast off into outer space on the mother ship
******* loving it, yeah
High grade m*******a smoking (oh yeah)
High grade m*******a smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
High grade m*******a smoking (oh yeah)
High grade m*******a smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spliff on the tip of me tongue
M*******a smoke fill up my lungs
Water bowl be the chalice I run
Cali farm often carry a gun
Crossing water we often do run
Like Jimmy Cliff, ah they not come
Lighting a spliff with a spark of me gun
Highest of grades out in the sun, yeah
Smoking my own strain
I got sativa cause indicas hype
I been doing my own thing
Minding my business and twisting my fire
And suddenly, I see my phone rang
I keep it Dizzy Wright
Me and Webby make you feel like you in the wrong lane
Turned up , living through the stone age
Take you to a higher place bro
This s**ts wonderful if I can say so
No hate in my heart, I let hate go
Im on the legal m*******a payroll
Cant believe this my reality, right?
I know you wanna be mad at me
But it get hard when you finding them flavors you like
You know its fire if them haters get right
You assuming it correctly
More flavors, Im great in the night
You can tell Im wavy, like Im on a jet-ski
I keep all the players in sight
Giving them choices and she think its ***y
Im keeping it G if Im saying it right
Would you like to smoke, come impress me?
They dizzy dreaming, durban poison
And I got that strawberry cough going Wesley
Rocking my shades like Blade
*****, Im still moving you suckers cant catch me
Handle my business
I tell em I want them to send me the money directly
**** all them people that tried to convince
All my stoners that this s**t was deadly
Dizzy hippie only ******* with it
If its heavy cause man
High grade m*******a smoking (oh yeah)
High grade m*******a smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
High grade m*******a smoking (oh yeah)
High grade m*******a smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
Somebody roll it up
Somebody roll it up
Somebody roll it up
Somebody roll it up
Spliff on the tip of me tongue
M*******a smoke fill up my lungs
Water bowl be the chalice I run
Cali farm often carry a gun
Crossing water we often do run
Like Jimmy Cliff, ah they not come
Lighting a spliff with a spark of me gun
Highest of grades out in the sun, yeah
High grade, high grade
No bush ****, no bush ****
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