Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Marijuana, artist - B-Real. Album song Prohibition, Pt. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bern One Entertainment
Song language: English
Marijuana |
Check one |
I’m back in the piece man, you know what I’m talking about yea |
About to roll em in one of these motherfucking |
Raw papers |
With gelato, you dig? |
Put a little cookie crumb on that motherfucker |
See what that do |
snowman, you dig? |
Man we just getting high |
I mean, what else we gonna do, nigga |
Ask me how I feel about the marijuana |
I tell you that I love it like I love my mama |
We don’t do confusion and all the drama |
We be with the crew, little benihana |
California state, Chico up north |
Get it to the bay, it’s some buckmore |
Travel up top with some fuck foe |
They ain’t even got what a nigga ride |
Gelato with my raw with the cookie crumb |
On my instagram putting hella thumbs |
Fuck around you gonna need another lung |
Probably where your favorite rapper get it from |
White boys and the tube rolling up |
New strain, bout to enter that in the cup |
With the harvest coming up, Ima move around |
High as health care nigga I ain’t coming down |
For what? |
Nigga, thats what we do |
It’s what we been doing |
Nigga hit me on the next album dank site |
I want some of that shit you and Berner be having on your IG |
I said man, you have to get at Berner about that boy |
Roll another one smoke the pain away |
I’m in the bay getting paid in a major way |
When that box show up, how you supposed to feel? |
One-hundred and fifty grand wrapped with a vacuum seal |
Took (serb), put his back on the map again |
Long nights, no sleep, sick of traffic cam |
Wax made me never want to dab again |
Buy more bags, put the candy in |
It’s outdoor season and I’m loving it |
Price so low, they can’t get enough of it |
Snowman get me on my own hype |
Fuck a new chain, baby buy me grow lights |
I’m in the G-Spot, yea the weed spot |
The shit will make you sweat like a (key sap) |
Clear on my rolling no G-Shock |
New Benz cost about three blocks |
Let the smoke clear homie, ima pot-head |
Weed got a mountain like a hop head |
F-1 burning out the room smell |
Like the pelly did back early two-thou |
Nice way, pretty bitch, few pre-rows |
We let the coke bricks fly with the igloos |
Ima beast with the weed shit |
Me and B-Legit, we let the peace flip |