[Verse 1: D Brash]
She took one look at me and was stuck
(Uh huh)
Boy it was good that was after we fuck
Sean Connery flow, fucking in my suit
Get loose
Girl we got shit to do
Damn baby there's something about you
More than a mouthful
I can't stop thinking about you
She in like, she in love
Where my weed roll up cuz
Lounging in the front room
On the phone with the green room members
We in the zone
She walked in stuffing the Raw cone
Ass fat moving slow
Trying to get my attention and she winning
I dropped the phone in an instant
Man I had to get in it
Maybe it's lust or love
I can't even tell at this point
Let me calm down I'm getting way ahead of myself
Tell me do you love me Brash?
Look at me
(Oh shit)
At least you owe me that much
(Fuck you)
She walked out dumping Backwood guts on my front porch
I was pissed
Who put you on to them shits?
[Verse 2: Vic Spencer]
We at the green room member event
In the clouds
In a grey world I couldn't be found
Air Force 1s is silver and brown boy I challenge smokers
I even got women coughing in their chokers
Steam their indica flower really a way of life
To stay alive I combine the best flavors
We know niggas that grow from the acres
Legalize that shit nothing major
They still not gonna hide no jungle boys in Chicago
So Imma have to go to LA like I usually be
Sit my ass down excited with leaf
We at the White House painting shit green
We know the difference between ugly sacks and the cuties
Look at the bugs shit chunkier than rubies
New package, break that shit down it was too smacking
Toot your own horn, you below average
No capping, I'm smoking the best batch
I be copping the same bud because her ass fat
Backtrack to when I wasn't smoking I smelt it
It was like full play when I felt it
[Verse 3: Goose]
Uh huh
See I'm a lover, I'm a hugger
I might tumble out and thug her
Just a bad mother fucker when it come to flaming lumber
Roll the green carpet over the red
Dropping crumbs in my entrance
Might be enough to fill your skemp bitch
Damaging the air throughout my city
Boy just think far with Ken doll
Baby you'll break a brick wall
The Ken is on deck
With the fire check check
It'll be Friday after next when you come down
For real
My eyes real low low
Hat real low low
Sitting so low low smoking on dope
See the crystallization fam without the scope
Plus it tastes how it smell
That's how dope sellers sell
For two hands wishing well
Well you fucking with the members boy
Them fat Ls will get at ya
That's when I'm hollering finish ya
I'm in love with Mary Jane
So ain't no tracking them
I show 'em what's official
And that's why I'm Goose the wisdom mother fucker
[Outro: Boss Don & (Vic Greenthumbs)]
(Hey, hey Boss Don)
(Do you really want to go to that weed guy?)
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(Oh I feel that dog)
(Cause the mother fucking best is better than the rest dog)
(Got me smoking on that shit dog)
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