Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll Big, artist - Potluck. Album song Straight Outta Humboldt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |