Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roll Big , by - Potluck. Song from the album Straight Outta Humboldt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.09.2006
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Roll Big |
| Ok we live in Humboldt county and were smoking marijuana |
| Smoke more than Bill Clinton, smoke more than Osama |
| Were smoking like a Rasta, we king like mufasa |
| The weed’s getting richer, gonna getcha than a gotcha |
| Potluck is rockin ya, smashing like a monster truck |
| We smashin inside your truck, ready to roll the fattest blunt |
| Mrs. Mary got me over plenty so I rhyme |
| My clock is broken, it’s 420 all the time |
| So come and smoke the bestest bomb with me |
| Humboldt county got freshest marijuana trees |
| You’ll never leave please believe it’s not a joke |
| We got a lot of pot to smoke, this is the realist shit I ever wrote |
| Sometimes I hit the bong, sometimes I write a song |
| Sometimes I do it both till my sack of weed is gone |
| We the bomb and I’m a roll a blunt 6 inches long |
| To which is why I’m getting high till my vision’s gone |
| Move along officer I got that? |
| I do my thing and legally I puff and drink |
| Keep it clean with a dream |
| I’ve been smoking since an early teen up in the scene |
| You know what I mean |
| Make a pound of weed disappear |
| Ain’t got no |
| Looks like they keep it hot in here |
| Don’t be scared, Mary Jane for a beer, any day of in a year |
| I’m coughin out my lungs, smoke comin out my ear |
| Cause we roll big, roll big |
| But if you got a little bit just roll big, roll big |
| Rollin up the bud and you know this, know this |
| Don’t give a f*ck |
| The kings and potluck are here to smoke the room up |
| All though a lot of people think that I’m crazy |
| Johnny richter I live my life, when go I’ll be blazin |
| One of the biggest ganja head of weed smokers |
| No bud smokers only I’m a till the death toker |
| Playing video games and eating snacks |
| Fridge packed of what I need just got everything |
| Just go ahead and pass that muthaf*cka! |
| Munchies I be killin |
| My cabin is filled from the ground all the way to the ceiling |
| If you didn’t bring an ounce |
| Then you might just go ahead and bounce |
| The kings and potluck got no time to play around |
| This is business baby don’t take it personal |
| Were makin major moves while your tryin make commercial |
| Suburban noize keep it goin ain’t gonna stop our sound |
| We world wide taken over every underground |
| Kmk and kingspade keep it reppin strong |
| Daddy x, potluck, and richter, man pass that bong! |
| We all get toked back |
| Fat sacks keep popping out the backpacks |
| Were rollin baby |
| On chronic blast |
| It’s extra X on that bet that was built to last |
| Connect California cannabis to the map |
| I hit and pass and we laugh in potluck’s pad |
| From the red woods to the Tijuana flats |
| We keep them fat joints burning up good and fast |
| I feel that I was |
| Crystal clear |
| Ganja leaves keep stinkin the atmosphere |
| Never fear when I’m tryin to ride by your side |
| See the police you don’t even have to run and hide |
| Under an ounce you ain’t even goin for a ride |
| I love this place like the smoke comin out my pipe |
| Wheres the lighter were getting higher than high tonight |
| Kottonmouth, potluck the recipe is right, the shit’s tight |