Lyrics Colorado - Tech N9ne, Stevie Stone, B.o.B

Colorado

Toke, toke, toke, toke, you know it’s that fire, I can’t get no higher!
Toke, toke, toke, toke, I came to turn the night up, now watch me as I light up
Hey, I smoke in Amsterdam, in Denmark, Christiana!
Canada, then Germany, now everybody in this twist ganja
Now I wanna go to my second home big Tech is prone to conjure
Some of that new legal purple good Colorado-marijuana
Break it down, curl it up, fire it up, pass it ‘round
Got that dope, eighth and a dream and cuddle with a purp when I’m in a town
Nobody fucks with regular, on my shit spectacular
Hit it for the low shit gotta be real loud, and this wild next to ya
Rhino rolling in the most, hydro mixed with indigo
Blaze that shit, really can’t get no high, but niggas still feel me though
Shoakin' dough, blazin' fire, roll 'em up, mile high
Lovin' Colorado strawberry kush open wide
Put you lighters up in the sky when the nigga do it
For the homeboy Pakelika, Restin' in Reffa!
Smoking that good Keisha
Through a vaporizor with a feature
Tech N9ne, I’mma kick it everytime
When I ease my mind, I hit my bottle
But they legalized it in my second home
When I go I’mma hit that good Colora-do
You already know what it is, tappin' bottles, chippin' lips
Rollin' up another thumper, then we on the way to kill another gig
Info, Frizz, Stevie, Tech, Ubi and Picasso too
Joggin', I’ll get it open, talkin' smoke so loud that I can’t hear you
Look at me walkin' sideways, wavy but I’m not sloppy
And I’m burnin' down the bush, with the chief the spirits have got me
Better roll up you know I’m cold as fuck, going nuts iffin' I’m up in your place
Takin' a hit of the purp I’mma hold it in and blow it in your face!
Info Gates bitch don’t hate
I showed up at the studio bars official
Cause I’m on trees like carved initials
I got that Candy Maldonado but I’ve been KC, not Colorado
So if a cop finds this avocado
I got in this medicine bottle I gotta get
Be hittin' the indica strain when it get in my brain
That it isn’t the same, I’m twistin the flame
Light up, the Ces is definitely beneficial for the pain
That medical Jane never synthetic you know photosynthesis gettin' the blame
Blowin' legit if you switchin' the state, uh, blow the piff and I’m driftin'
away
When I’m out in the Springs with a mountain to king
I’m countin the ounces they bring, they offer that kush (Kush)
They burnin' the bush, they 'bout it no doubt it’s a thing
I’m jackin' the cyph, then I’m coming for Colorado for over half of my life
I came from about it back in the day, got a habit for packin' the sack in the
pipe
I blowin' that it in
Been an outlaw for minute though, smokin' out with no shame
Blowin' loud out of my sun roof back in the Sunshine State
But then boys offered that cake so it’s a cat and mouse type chase
So I growin' eyes on my back and droppin' brains over my face
I need a high estate, elevate, gotta get back up to that Denver stage
Where the fans are Strange and the air is thin
But I smoke is thick I just can’t explain
Sparkin', puffin', passin', ease your pain and all these forms of fashion
I think it’s only right to celebrate it, just get
Up-up high, get 'em up-up high
Stuck in the sky, we gotta lust let’s fly
And I just met my angel dangled
With a halo and a bud supply
Went over limits and you heard the tale
About my freaked out tweaked out weed dungeon
But I forget about that when I’m in the do
See I be all up on them Green Funyuns
Took another trip out to the CO
Where they be telling me the liberty is legal
So that’s no piss test for your PO
We go to free load and debo Doritos
Showing love to Metropolis
And the brother with the funk on the side of the curb
Green cross in a seson of moss
When they all breed crops and they dying to serve
Fort Collins to Boulder we smoke the air
We just feel wicked we on that Jodi Arias
Rollin' and jokin' these folks just stare at us
Trippin' for no reason when it’s so hilarious
You high or something, you stared but you scared to puff
You wanna fly with me yeah have fans with lust
Just be careful when you hit it, I got admit it
I been known for sprinkle these orange hairs with dust
Forgot where we was, tried to order a quarter pounder
From a Taco Bell drive through high so we drove off
On the road lost blinded from the smoke fog
Made it to the crib I hit the door and then I dozed off
Broke off my homies a couple buds
And ever since the day I did it I got a bunch of phone calls
Ask me how much do an O' cost
In Atlanta got 'em smokin' on that dope dog yup-ya-uh-yeah
When I’m in another land I smoke that fire-iah-iah
I don’t really hit to choke but tonight I’m gonna try-iah-iah
Take some weed, mixin' with tobacco leafs
Actually and breathe and I lose my faculties, naturally
(Okay) Worldwide now, following Tech Nina
Take another hit if you got that reefer
Bring me a little bit of that sativa
Baby tokes is my anxiety
Don’t like when I put up inside of me
I go back to the bottle, when I take a hit of that Colora-do