Relax and take notes.. while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke - 2x
New York to Jersey, Connecticut to Albany
A story of how weed from the east be
New York Sour Patch Heads leave their eyes red
And low like Vietnamese
Still smoke some good greens
When the economy was down, man I had to find trees
Where my lighters at
Bamboo and Fronto leaf
A few of my friends and we high as the clouds be
Megatron had these cats eyes out like cartoons
sh** look cool like a colorful pimp with smooth moves
New on deck that Koolaid kush
You never had it, stop lying you ba*tard
That b**h is sweet
In and out on every pull a sugar rush to the blood like chocolate edibles
What's on deck? that Gorilla Glue
A blunt or two will finish you
Move my n***as, connoisseurs to this plant life
East coast bud they not 'bout that life
Hook
What they talking about
That sour's like crack to the streets, once I get it I'm sold out
My stoner n***as be like what you got
What we smoke out, showing me that trash n***a, you better run now
They don't know, they don't know
I got friends in they cribs that's tryna grow pounds
Back to the Glue, addicted to the taste
The color, the shape, crystals like ice on a lake
East coast bud, ride or die bang
NYC sativa city, smoke em out gang
Marijuana smoke....