Ab-Soul - Pa** The Blunt lyrics

[Intro:] You came in and flicked it You was flicking it you know what I'm saying (On fire, on fire, on fire) I'm trying man... [Verse 1:] b**h I'm high as a motherf**ing satellite, who got a light? I'm outta sight, outta mind pimp, matching dimes Don magic wands, roll the greenery It's what I need: where my shin and thigh meet Huh, yeah I'm such a f**ing stoner Everywhere I dwell you can smell the marijuana odor What the hell? (What the hell?) That's that fire, man Call the fireman, or the supplier man, tell him slide a gram (Solo, solo, solo) You know we smoking that dower Two titans back to back call em Twin Towers (Haa, Haa) And anytime I'm on the ground I stop, drop, and roll... then burn it down! If that's exactly what you're doing right now Put your lighters up, and wave them round and round Puff, puff, give: real sh** I'll probably run through seven pounds, Will Smith [Hook:] Pa** the blunt, Pa** the blunt Man you tryna smoke or what? Four deep in the Hooptie finna roll the windows up Pa** the blunt, pa** the blunt White paper [?] That was dutch and swishers, even Philly's filling up Smoke something b**h [x8] [Verse 2:] Black Hippy, sticky in the piece pipe No I'm no [?] but I'm throwing up the peace sign Smoke fill the room every time a n***a inside And when I'm off this I feel like the H.N.I See no seeds in my product that's a no-no I'm three dollars short and I'm a need it for the lolo I owe the weed man down the street, also: I got the munchies and I haven't ate, Ocho (Fuego, fuego, fuego) Ab-Solo I hit the blunt then pa** it the horseman on my polo Daddy Fat Sacks (Smoke something b**h!) I mean till that motherf**er burn your fingertips Watch your lip, concentrate Let's see how much more you can take (I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's) And when your b**h call tripping, pimp man this is what you say: (I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's) [Hook:] Pa** the blunt, Pa** the blunt Man you tryna smoke or what? Four deep in the Hooptie finna roll the windows up Pa** the blunt, pa** the blunt White paper [?] That was dutch and swishers, even Philly's filling up [Verse 3: Schoolboy Q] Got something in that optimal swisher got me feeling right I'm feeling like, Transformer forming in the highest height (Yesss) Michael Thriller night, moonwalk in flight (yea, yea) Heaven or hell, I be good in paradise (uh, uh) I give you satellite (uh huh) Or some other sh**, Prada Louie printed sh**s Getting money growing off the tree, Dough dough You never smoke but always want the trees, Popo! And that's a no-no, I get your son I take his lung, I let you keep the photo The swisher burning keep me earning everything in slow-mo [?], kick it like a dojo Wake and bake, elevate Let's see how much more you can take (I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's) And if this month I earn a thou then f** it I'll buy a vowel (I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's) Smoke something b**h [x8] [Outro:] Soul (soul, soul, soul, soul, soul) (Hahaha) Lil round, tripping