Roll Up

[Intro: Jimetta Rose] C'mon, take a hit (I drink) Man, stimulate your mind Every time you pull up (You ain't got shit to do) Makes me wanna roll up In the immortal words of the great Earl Simmons Roll up, tryna get high [Chorus: Jimetta Rose] Every time you pull up Makes me wanna roll up Light it up and pass the joint around Make sure we got enough Enough for you, enough for me Enough for we, enough for all Enough for you, enough for me Enough for we, enough for all (Enough for all) [Post-Chorus: Jimetta Rose] Know you wanna hit it, I know Know you wanna hit it, I know Know you wanna hit it, I know Enough for all [Verse 1: Blu] I get high and start thinking I'm God Dreaming, I roll a leaf and let it take me to Mars Deep in thought, I thought we would be stars Off of this art, oughta call it, the laws tripping Given all of my heart, hard part about it Is my vision was probably clouded, still I never doubted I pushed til I was out of mileage, out the mosh pit I went from sitting on the top of a mountain to being grounded On some underground shit, shit different when shit hitting Getting thousands from spitting A couple minutes in front of a big crowd is a business Bitches want your stick in they mouth, counting figures Bigger Benjamins, Benzes, Bentleys and women friends Will all be gone in the end but then again [Chorus: Jimetta Rose] Every time you pull up Makes me wanna roll up Light it up and pass the joint around Make sure we got enough Enough for you, enough for me Enough for we, enough for all Enough for you, enough for me Enough for we, enough for all (Enough for all) [Post-Chorus: Jimetta Rose] Know you wanna hit it, I know Know you wanna hit it, I know Know you wanna hit it, I know Enough for all [Verse 2: Donel Smokes] Uh, every time I get to smoking, I get back to that moment When it was simple, hotboxing utensils J pack, laid back, playing them instrumentals Haze pack, kush cake in my picket essentials Shows with the bros, mackin hoes on the phone spazzing She just want the old Jack and a Coke in a cold glass I know, but when the sunny days turn to sudden rain You start dancing after you adjust to the pain From standing in front of all of your dreams Now reality got me casually clutching green, both kind From show lines to coke lines I roll up all Mary J, she top me off, blowing my mind [Post-Chorus: Jimetta Rose] Know you wanna hit it, I know Know you wanna hit it, I know Know you wanna hit it, I know [Verse 3: TiRon] No Philly, no fronto, no, really I'm cool Come with an apple and pack it, natural habitated No wrap for this rapper, not into 'Woods, I'm indica, no sativa Cohiba could leave me stuck, on me, just keep it a buck, ha [Chorus: Jimetta Rose] Every time you pull up Makes me wanna roll up Light it up and pass the joint around Make sure we got enough Enough for you, enough for me Enough for we, enough for all Enough for you, enough for me Enough for we, enough for all (Enough for all)