Chris Webby - High Grade (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Chris Webby - High Grade (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Somebody roll it up
Yeah
Smoking on indo (yeah man)
So put down the coke and the benzo's
No opiate choking your mental
Let your stress go, no dress code
Just breathe it and feel it
And if you can find it and
need some I'll get it
Got peoples who flip it, believe me
They putting more trees on the street
than the week after Christmas, hah
Only need that shit that grow
from out the ground
Got the plug from Cali Buds, and then
we cop it by the pound (yeah)
Dispensaries are popping
up all over town
No more law to stop me
now, it's going down
Yeah, no longer do we gotta hide it
Or only smoke up when in private
In this recreational climate
No Five-O be looking through my whip
Smelling like bud at the function
No worries about your assumptions
No worries about people's judgement
And if they judge then
fuck them, we puffing
Start the ganja party
like we Tasha Marley
Rastafari eating calamari,
too much pot to carry
I be on some other shit,
roll another spliff
Blast off into outer space
on the mother ship
Fucking loving it, yeah
High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah)
High grade marijuana smoking
(oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spliff on the tip of me tongue
Marijuana smoke fill up my lungs
Water bowl be the chalice I run
Cali farm often carry a gun
Crossing water we often do run
Like Jimmy Cliff, ah they are come
Lighting a spliff with
a spark of me gun
Highest of grades out in the sun, yeah
Smoking my own strain
I got sativa cause indica's hype
I been doing my own thing
Minding my business and
twisting my fire
And suddenly, I see my phone rang
I keep it Dizzy Wright
Me and Webby make you feel like
you in the wrong lane
Turned up, living through
the stone age
Take you to a higher place bro
This shit's wonderful if I can say so
No hate in my heart, I let hate go
I'm on the legal marijuana payroll
Can't believe this my reality, right?
I know you wanna be mad at me
But it get hard when you finding
them flavors you like
You know it's fire if them
haters get right
You assuming it correctly
More flavors, I'm great in the night
You can tell I'm wavy,
like I'm on a jet-ski
I keep all the players in sight
Giving them choices and
she think it's sexy
I'm keeping it G if I'm
saying it right
Would you like to smoke,
come impress me?
They dizzy dreaming, durban poison
And I got that strawberry
cough going Wesley
Rocking my shades like Blade
Bitch, I'm still moving you
suckers can't catch me
Handle my business
I tell 'em I want them to send
me the money directly
Fuck all them people that tried
to convince all my stoners
that this shit was deadly
Dizzy hippie only fucking with
it if it's heavy 'cause man
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