Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Gotta Problem , by - Potluck. Song from the album Pipe Dreams, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.02.2009
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
I Gotta Problem |
| I smoked haze when my head hurt, Kush for my temper |
| Smoke it everyday from January to December |
| Sick from the munchies dr. |
| peppers and Doritos |
| Southern Cali taco shops, 3 dollars for burritos |
| Higher than a cosmonaut who smoke the best pot |
| Think your weed is better? |
| probably not |
| Every time I get dank, every time I show up late |
| Baby I don’t need rubbers cause I just shoot blanks |
| I look like Jackie Chan or I was from Japan |
| I rolls fat blunts like me cause I’m the man |
| My block got more firefighters than a street parade |
| Cause my house catchin fire from the weed I blaze |
| One hit of my blunt, you’ll probably need some first aid |
| Knew dealer’s first name ever since I was in the first grade |
| I never roll browns so I’ll never come down |
| My folks they grow pounds and I’ll smoke your whole town |
| I gotta problem getting high Rollin a blunt |
| I think my brain gonna fry cause I’ll be smoking too much |
| Everyday id be tellin myself that I need to quit |
| Next day I wake up puff a blunt and forget |
| I got tossed once more like Frisbees |
| Smoke more than chimneys |
| While the parents askin |
| Hey where the hell the kids be? |
| Were getting stoned in the red wood trees |
| Every hour you see us passing more weed |
| Smoking too much, fuckin my brain up |
| Thinking of Mary Jane, the way she makes me puff puff pass it |
| It’s so fantastic, if you gots that bomb, I believe I’ll match it |
| Just a crazy lil dude I’m trying to stay high |
| It happens daily lately I’ve been living a lazy life |
| I should realize and recognize that I have a problem |
| It’s just that me and weed are like batman and robin |
| I need weed like I need the right ring tones |
| I get stoned and repeat it like I’m Mike Jones |
| I get stoned and repeat it like I’m Mike Jones |
| I cut close and puff dro every time I go |
| I need to get help but I’m allergic to rehab |
| Ever since kindergarten, had a fame to be bad |
| I was cussin out teachers |
| Ditchin bumpin my speakers while I be puffin my reefer |
| I smoke reefer too and my whole platoon |
| It’s been puff puff pass since I came out the womb |
| Cut class, puff grass, never talked to cops |
| Borrowed a car from pops and hot boxed it up |
| Hot boxing is like a ritual around my way |
| Cause my smoking is habitual, a pound a day |
| And my mama would always said that I should never give up |
| So I’m a gonna keep on rollin blunts and keep a pound in my trunk |
| While you’re rollin them blunts, we was hittin them 2 playa |
| While the other kids were in their rooms playin tomb raider |
| So many strains, so many different flavors |
| It’s Humboldt county homie, nobody does it greater |