
Date of issue: 07.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EightyHD
Song language: English
Sativa |
Roll that heady |
Fill my Chevy with the vapors |
AK-47 in them double wide papers |
So I break up half and save the rest of it for later |
So come and get in touch with nature 'cos, baby, you know we smoking that sativa |
We smoking that sativa |
We smoking that… |
This shit is sublime |
Hit it and lift up your mind |
The most specific of kinds |
Particular strains I’m smoking during daytime |
Got me feeling high and energetic at the same damn time |
I’m on a path to where I don’t know |
With a little bit of Jack Herer in my bowl |
Euphoric, yo, with the Oreos |
And whatever other snacks I carried back home |
Got the Tangie from my Cypress Hill Family |
In high demand the types of strands |
Dispensaries be selling out like they be supplying the kids candy |
High as Iron-Man with 90 grams |
And, yo, this weed here ain’t no runner up |
This weed won the cup |
Enough’s enough, we puffin' tough |
My blunt is stuffed with Thunderfuck |
Like I’m purposely trying to disobey Scruff Mcgruff |
'Cos this Silver Haze will leave you lit for days |
And this shit’s amazing |
Zoned out playing Ninja Gaiden |
Joystick’s engaging, Taking a rip and flaming |
The Canadian fragrance blazing |
And it’s chased with a great sensation |
Don’t change the station ehh |
My brain’s on a paid vacation |
With sativa in my vehicle, chiefin' |
Turn up the speakers |
The green is my teacher |
Like Yoda leading Jedi procedures |
Roll that heady |
Fill my Chevy with the vapors |
AK-47 and them double wide papers |
So I break off half and save the rest of it for later |
So come and get in touch with nature 'cos, baby, you know we smoking that sativa |
We smoking that sativa |
We smoking that… |
I spend my days in a daze smoking Lemon Haze |
Out in Amsterdam where women love to entertain |
The Greenhouse Coffee Shop the red light |
When I’m in Holland that’s the spot I go to get right |
Roll my weed up, smoke sativa kick my feet up |
Look for tracks that I can eat up when I heat up it’s a fever |
And my stoner chick’s a diva, all I feed her is that greenery |
Raw papers wrapped around that Sour D |
And this life ain’t want it seem to be |
It’s something like a dream to me |
This weed’ll it give me energy |
Best believe my enemies, they don’t last long |
Joints getting ashed then passed to a sad song |
I remember not knowing 'bout the different strains |
Copping dimes out in the projects in the pouring rain |
Now I hit up the dispensary they know the name for smoking on that fire flame |
You know this shit is not a game |
And that raspberry cough in my bag’s very strong |
Hotbox, you won’t last very long |
See the smoke through the glass of the bong |
Take a hit, hold on, don’t pass 'till it’s gone |
Play this track watch my fans sing along |
Boy, we lit, yeah, we high, man, we on |
Blazing Acapulco Gold |
With my partners getting stoned |
It’s sativa man, straight to the dome |
Roll that heady |
Fill my Chevy with the vapors |
AK-47 and them double wide papers |
So I break off half and save the rest of it for later |
So come and get in touch with nature 'cos, baby, you know we smoking that sativa |
We smoking that sativa |
We smoking that… |
I ain’t smoking that bullshit |
Let me tell what I don’t do |
I ain’t smoking that bullshit |
Let me tell you what I won’t do |
I ain’t smoking that bullshit |
Let me tell what I don’t do (no) |
I ain’t smoking that bullshit |
Let me tell you what I won’t do |
Pass this shit |
'Cos it’s boo boo |
Backyard boogie we don’t touch |
But I heard you do |
Fucking cursed like it’s voodoo |
You could see me takin' flight on that jet fuel |
And we blowin' sativa on the next two |
Getting so elevated that we forget you |
Faded with Webby on the set, fool |
No matter how many requests we don’t accept you |
Better be taking it to the chest, fool |
No stress, it’s all incredible |
I be putting you out with an edible |
Laid out, nigga blazed out, let me fade out, feeling played out, hey now |
How many hits can you take now? |
How many hits 'fore you break down? |
How many minutes go by you say you feeling fake now? |
How many swirls you got wrapped around the jay now? |
Roll that heady |
Fill my Chevy with the vapors |
AK-47 and them double wide papers |
So I break off half and save the rest of it for later |
So come and get in touch with nature 'cos, baby, you know we smoking that sativa |
We smoking that sativa |
We smoking that… |
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