Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Faded, artist - B-Real. Album song Prohibition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bern One Entertainment
Song language: English
Faded |
| A million |
| (Shit) |
| I’m like really stoned |
| Like really stoned! |
| Hundred thousand dollar days got ya boy in a daze |
| I’m a California king, OG, no haze |
| I’m looking out my rear view like Pac said |
| Cash another cheque, let em' worry bout' that nonsense (fuck shit) |
| My crew breeds strains that got the whole world like |
| Cookin' more Cookies, still get two per light |
| Whatcha' girl like? |
| I’m in a S-Class |
| Wax room look just like a meth lab |
| I done made two mill of off extracts |
| B-Real, let them know where the best at (down in Cali!) |
| Quarter mill for a field is this real? |
| Do they really get down when I yield from the hill |
| Got me straight for a couple, I ain’t worry bout' a deal |
| Two dabs and I got 40 bags sealed |
| Ice for the bong, so my smoke is chilled |
| Shit, I burnt my first joint to Cypress Hill, for real |
| I’m so faded, a million, a million, a million |
| I’m so faded, a million, a million, a million |
| I’m so faded |
| I’ve been in space before one time |
| And I swear that I |
| Was not dreamin' |
| No I was not dreamin' |
| I’m so faded |
| I’ve been in spaceships once or twice |
| And I swear that I |
| Was not dreamin' |
| Cause' I was not sleepin' |
| I’m so faded |
| One strain, two strains, three strains, four |
| So many flavours, Berner brought em' through the door |
| Kush n' Cookies for ya, we ain’t no rookies for ya |
| But we’ve been lookin' for ya title, and took it from ya |
| We move pounds all around town, over/underground |
| How we did it is none of your concern, now |
| I can’t concentrate, I hit some concentrates |
| And we about to get, higher as we elevate |
| One thousand lumen watts |
| Times 20 bitches tannin' by the 10's we got |
| Everything on lock, were on some get money, money, shit |
| Put it in the air, use a Phuncky Feel Tip |
| So as we grind it up, green thumb, wind it up |
| You want a new strain? |
| Berner gonna find the Cup |
| You want a pound or two, you want a count a few |
| Put em' in buckets, when we’re done you wanna zone or two |
| I’m so faded, a million, a million, a million |
| I’m so faded, a million, a million, a million |
| I’m so faded |
| A cup of liquor with some Swishas, I’m so sweet |
| This shit I’m blowin' make Bo Peep move four feet |
| OG, sprinkle keif leaf on mine |
| This watermelon make you wanna eat the rind |
| East of Vine, Sunset Boulevard |
| Roll it up, take a hit, but don’t pull it too hard |
| I seen a lot of fools ball out |
| They try and join the Snoop Dogg smoke session, then fall out |
| I spent a million on bud in 1992 |
| And now I get it for free, like I’m supposed to |
| Chose my venda', open my winda' |
| Pull some kush lit out with hash, in the blunt and I blend them |
| Rewind cha', remain, and rememba' |
| Cause I’m choppin' and droppin' trees, screamin' out timber! |
| Advocate, always push dro |
| One of the reasons my face is on Mount Kushmore |
| And you wanna know how I feel? |