Marijuana Thon

[Verse 1: J-Love] Ayo, light the flame throwers Son, spark that missile Kid the bud is official Like a 4 Long pistol Son, smell the aroma? The clouds of Cheech and Chong [?] bong then [?] Bishop Magic Don Juan Park my yacht in a pond Eating chicken parmesan Pumping TJ Swan Rolling up bushes of pineapple kushes The lungs get full Then releases and pushes Right out the system To restart the cycle Sonny caught Michael's Trees were delightful Orange haired chiba Get my golden retriever Roasting them logs like I stuck up a beaver Mix piff with ether Fuck embalming fluid I ain't no angel dust smoker Greenery shooter AK-47, taking me to 7th Heaven If you got them high grades Now you're my brethren I don't fuck with no reds That's for broke niggas Sour diesel, bubblegum haze My pockets are bigger, nigga I might smoke with a roll hand Such a destroyer Barbarian like Conan Supreme fly nigga I love to get high, nigga I do what I want I don't give a fuck nigga What! [Hook: Action Bronson] Smoke in the lungs, I feel it After it's gone, I want it It changes with the seasons I'm living in the moment It's devastation when I kiss you and you disappearing You know I'll always love you That there is crystal clear and- Hands of Picasso, getting wham in a brothel Smoking a taco with the butter crumbled up from Morocco Half a palm, wrap the tarragon Muthafuckas ain't ready to run a muthafucking Marijuana Thon [Verse 2: Jay Steele] We light the tree like Rockefeller Center in December A drug sticker, rolling fires perfect for the winter Three more seasons, three more reasons To run the muthafucking Marijuana Thon And don't stop smoking til the muthafucking marijuana's gone I got one thing to tell you thugs I specialize in using and selling drugs They think they focused but I'm more in zone I'm slinging niggas hydro without the cortisone Smoking a Big L, Corleone On my cordless phone I might serve a whore She a herbivore, prefer the raw It's all about blue dreams and new schemes The shit I'm talking higher grade and it's better known I talk another language, dog I'm Rosetta Stoned [Bridge: Action Bronson] We green smoking Three fiend choking Eating well So at the table, I leave my jeans open Laying lovely on the rusty boot The .38 inside my jacket I'm relying on to trust and shoot [Hook] [Verse 3: Take-It] I roll dolo cause friends to me is limited Just sit back, make me laugh, you so innocent Blow the smoke to the sky before I finish it You make it harder to breathe This is business, kid Orange and green, Apple Jacks Serving nothing but the truth, Snapple Facts Nice to meet you, what's going on? You passing that? She started laughing, all calm Man, I'm laughing back Pulled out my own sack Equipped with a ciga-rello Baby looking sour In a hour, I'll be nice and mellow I'm getting high like Hellos Making me a nicer fellow Brush my teeth because If I don't they'll be nice and yellow I'm going through shit But ain't no flies on it Just light up that spliff I got 5 on it My weed get you high, don't it? You want some more? Up the cash and meet me down the block By the store [Hook]