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]