Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That La La La, artist - Ruste Juxx.
Date of issue: 27.09.2012
Song language: English
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 |