Los Meros

[Intro: Berner] Yeah, the west side is in the fuckin’ building [Verse 1: Berner] They thought the Berner was burnt, but your boy on point and alert Your bitch look cute, I had her first I seen them cryin’ online, dyin’ of thirst Yeah, stop and slow, I’m sure that it hurts What’s the numbers down in Cell Mart? Yeah, I got a bag in my hand and ready to kill for ‘em Han with me and he ready to shoot Yeah, I ball like I hoop Gimme the loot Cut some Crew Max and the shoes are crispy I cashed out of them and I moved them quickly All black ash, it grow trash (trash) A brand like that, it won’t last (it won’t last) Boss talk, meetings on a big boat It’s kinda wild, I used to ship dope I built a real enterprise Left the dope game behind for a better life Went from buyin’ low and sellin’ high to cuttin’ clones at 7-5 To a new store on 8 Mile Success brings fake smiles [Chorus: B-Real] Once upon a time, way back in the day We put packs on the street from L.A to the bay Then we opened up doors, welcome to our stores It’s cookies and green thumb, now come explore Smoke homie, smoke homie (smoke homie) Smoke homie, smoke homie (smoke homie) We got the choke homie, smoke homie (smoke homie) Yeah, smoke homie [Verse 2: B-Real] Dirty rock son of a bitch Mumbles from the top of your lips Can’t hang with the two that be gettin’ the chicks Keep your hands off the whip, it’s Bluelay In the coolant with no cup You guys made a bad move Better call Top, he don’t like bad dudes Glad to put you in a state of paranoia, rad dude Hit this insane cherry bomb, remain calm Berner ‘bout to hit you with the feen on like a feen on Yet another weed song, but it is really? I remember when I used to roll out pillies in Philly Shot to Meek Mill-y, he got the strain so low-key A brand new bag, soft touch, so silky On the broth like a smoke cloud We about to hit the party and it’s so loud Got the vibe rollin’ in from the West Coast We about to run it Ready, homie? Let’s go [Chorus: B-Real] Once upon a time, way back in the day We put packs on the street from L.A to the bay Then we opened up doors, welcome to our stores It’s cookies and green thumb, now come explore Smoke homie, smoke homie (smoke homie) Smoke homie, smoke homie (smoke homie) We got the choke homie, smoke homie (smoke homie) Yeah, smoke homie [Verse 3: Xzibit] Pick your poison, pullin’ up like a work of art Illinois, Michigan, Oklahoma, connect the dots Weight like a freight train and bang like a Hussein Shit gets strange, boomerang my change No, people say patience is virtue But I sin, napalm grenades to hurt you Better deal with them hateful-ass feelings and work through all that hoopla What kinda pops you got? Rollin’, we’ll have a shoot out Burnin’ with 2London for pound cake B and I, we be insane in the brain, so we made it astray Packed out with kush from Kinji back in the day Smoke the exact same way till I’m old and gray We in the game, too cold to play You better have your wits up about yourself Better watch yourself Meet me at Dr. Green Thumbs, ‘cause the doors is open Cookin’ shit, what shit you smokin’? Fuckers [Chorus: B-Real] Once upon a time, way back in the day We put packs on the street from L.A to the bay Then we opened up doors, welcome to our stores It’s cookies and green thumb, now come explore Smoke homie, smoke homie (smoke homie) Smoke homie, smoke homie (smoke homie) We got the choke homie, smoke homie (smoke homie) Yeah, smoke homie