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