Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Colorado, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 29.07.2013
Song language: English
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 |