Lyrics That La La La - Craig G, Steele, Ruste Juxx

That La La La

Smoking that la la la
Smoking that la la la
Smoking that la la la
Smoking that la la la
I’m on a (?) break, blunt full of dope
Big black indica, that’s killer smoke
Strawberry ice mixed with some white queen
Bowl molly got me having weed pipe dreams
Crystal rain, take away the pain
Some good indo, marijuana strain
Tropicana, and I don’t mean the fruit juice
Top down I be burning in the coupe loose
Snow white, big buzz sticky
Outdoor Durbar poison, urban misty
Burning down 'till my brain cells fried
Sometimes I feel like my brain cells died
Blue berry aura, explorer
Silver haze, I support the importer
Swazi skunk got me feeling so high
Homie, I ain’t gon' lie, I be
Craig G, Ruste Juxx, The Arcitype
I’ll forever blaze the green, I’mma smoke for life
I got the super sour diesel plus the shroom called blue dream
Twist it all together now, I’m steaming on two teams
Burn it backstage, security (?)
They tell me put it out, show 'em the car with (?)
Got a bud deep purple, I’ll load it in the bar
I’m on a cloud that’s controlling us all, rolling all
Craig G on the mic, I’m ahead of these busters
With a box of regular dutches, I’mma dead the discussion
Of who could get it and who be doing the mic foul
Doing it in the air since phillies and white owls
I’ll tell you Ruste Juxx, this here is a mean tune
Make sure to keep a pack of (?) up in the green room
I’m a throwback, smoking in the '68 vet
With that first Cypress Hill LP
They say: 'what's you smoking on?'
Man, I drink the bomb
Let me get a hit of that lyrical dope you on
In the crowd hollaing surfing the cloud nine
Circulating the purple (?) but not loud
Call it tropical fantasy
Rock solid gold bars, save the ice for the Hennessy
Root of legacy, quote from memory, remember me?
See my image smoking is like having an epiphanies
Blow your strokes like Larry’s or Tiffany’s
My design orchestrated like symphonies
I’mma win it (?) cold when killing emcees
Habitual tendecies, roll up some killer trees
Peep the chemistry
Son sick of only sense of a million could remedy
When I’m spitting the listeners are inhaling energy
Exhale intoxicated coke delivery