Ganja

[Produced by Automatik Beatz] [Verse 1: Chris Webby] Walk up to that dispensary in Denver Step in where it says enter And go on a chronic bender that I won't even remember Cuz my memory is shot, everyday we lighting loud You can ask Brick Tamland, he predicting smoke clouds Cooking brownies with the canni-butter Hit a bowl and then another My bong is a lethal weapon, I call it Danny Glover Cuz if you hit that shit enough then you'll be laid out Coughing up a lung then passing out up on the same couch That you fucking hit it on, sour D gotcha Munchies bout to kick in, homie' now I need pasta Smoking's a religion, we be rollin' like a Rasta Lightin' up the motha fuckin ganja [Hook] So damn faded, that's just how we do Had a scholarship they said I had a high IQ Back in 10th grade, couple grams up in my shoe Writing all my English essays on a big bamboo [Verse 2: Mod Sun] This ain't no hobbie you got me Need THC in my body That shit as green as wasabi If you got it don't be snobbie And when I light it don't stop me No not me probably a shoddie With a hottie, blowin' shot guns Webby we got one It's the Hip, tearin up a zip Rolled roach on the clip, I got an L You can probably smell, from way over there And if you near, you can probably get lifted off the kill Shout to FedEX with the deal That's my blood I keep it real Finessin' while they stressin, I just tell em all to chill Peel another swisher then teach em just how to feel Rolling up a blunt while I got one hand up on the wheel Scoop another oz and crack the motha' fuckin seal Yeah I'm too high to be gettin old Bag full of that centerfold Never thought about letting go, smoke till I'm a fossil Know I keep that tropical Since day one it was natural Feelin' good ain't optional [Verse 3: Chris Webby] See we be rolling up with that fire Break it up in that grinder So bitch call me your highness cuz you ain't seen no one higher Leaned back in my recliner Front seat up at the diner With the mozzarella sticks and chicken tenders with the spricer That fine herb, that primo! Zig zag and easy wider So many papers up in my pocket bitch I could fill a binder And I forgot my watch today so do you have the time sir? Oh it's 4:19 you say? Shit, let me grab my lighter! Livin' good... it's as simple as that Fill the cloud pen, and we rippin' the wax So whether you just smoke it or flip it for cash Light one up, hit it, and pass [Outro] Cuz' you know we keep it homegrown Take another to the dome With my eyes down low, sorry I'm off in my zone I'm just breaking up the sticky and its time to get stoned Roll up a doobie, motherfucker let's go!