I’m in the land, L.A, land of the sticky
Sup? What ch’all n#gg#z know bout that purple weed n#gg#?
Show y’all n#gg#z some sh#t, it’s that sticky, that bud
Indo, hydro, open up the window, I’m bout to blow
That fire sh#t, n#gg# what ch’all, what ch’all got?
What ch’all got to roll ’em up?
Pack woods? Garcia Vegas? Straight chocolate Phillies?
n#gg# straight? n#gg# I’ll twist it in the Black ‘n’ Milds?
Y’all n#gg#z don’t know nuttin’ about them Coronas
Cognac, J.O.B., one point five
Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end
Take the Phillie out and roll it up
Light it, hit it, hold it, pass puff puff blow it up
See some of y’all n#gg#z be talkin’ about blowin’
But can’t handle the doja
Gettin’ sleepy ‘n’ sh#t, quittin’ all early, b#tch you ain’t no smoker
Y’all must think used to hittin’ that dirt
The sticks with the brown buds
Me, I ain’t got sh#t else to do
n#gg# I’m ’bout to get f#cked up
Two cases of green optimos burned away
A.M. done turned to P.M.
And night time done turned back to day, I’m still smokin’
Feelin’ sporty in my hotel, spent the whole day gettin’ loaded
It’s nothin’ but smoke ’til there’s nothin’ to smoke
It’s nothin’ but sticky and nothin’ but doja
Disconnect the smoke detector and put a wet towel up under the door
Nobody around me mo’ dope for me, I got the whole tree
Leftovers for me, this b#tch off the hee
Button up ’cause suck ’em up is a pet peeve
First don’t put my lighter in your pocket
Second don’t wet my God damn weed
That’s just two, before I could get to three and fo’
Five and six, I heard a dum, dum, dum, dum at the do’
Evidence all over, I’ve been doin’ somethin’ serious
Gotta hide this sh#t, ’cause I know that’s hotel security
I played it off, I said, “Come back later I ain’t got on no clothes”
He said, “Sorry sir, I don’t mean to disturb ya, but I smell smoke”
f#ck it just went to jail for that sh#t, I ain’t goin’ back
I done ate an ounce and I’ma flush the rest
‘Cause I ain’t goin’ out like that
Sprayin’ cologne and cuttin’ on the shower, tryin’ to clear it up
Workin’ like a dog but I gotta open the do, f#kkit here go nuthin’
The do’ swung open and some young n#gg# talkin’ ’bout
“What’s happenin’?”
He said, “I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack!”
Ain’t that a b#tch, boy you betta get your b#tch #ss up outta here
n#gg# I’d think you the motherf#ckin’ police
I done threw all my motherf#ckin’ weed away
f#ckin’ with you old b#tch #ss n#gg#
n#gg#, get your motherf#ckin’ hoe #ss up outta here
b#tch before I stomp your b#tch #ss, f#ck
Boy this n#gg# done blew my motherf#ckin’ high
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