Ft. Prez P
(Hook x2)
This is a warning, if that weed ain't fine
n***a, we ain't even want it
We gotta get high and I'm upon this
So f** what they sayn, my n***a, keep it rollin'
Just keep it rollin'
(Verse: Webbz)
Cuz I rise up, I twist one, that THC in my system
Smokin' session, just missed one, gang of flavors, just pick one
32 liter, just mix one, smokin' big, no nyx, hun
Got a problem, it's a fix sum', pa** around till that sh** done
And off Miami, smoke in California, crack the roof if the crackers on ya
Dawg said I reek like the pack was on ya, bout my cheese like the pack was on ya
28's of that Amsterdam, you can keep yo lil half a gram
My diss and ? is like half a plan, that reggie sh** is like a hazzard fam
Yeah, blow it outta my lungs, got music, family and funds
To the crib it's lookin' like runs
Need the four door, then next, the coupe
Fam plot that we execute, from the earth soil so he bless the root
Smellin' like I stood next to Snoop
Throwin' loud in my grinder, layed up on the vagina
Stuck in anotha country, mary jane I'm a fond of
Throwin' loud in my grinder, layed up on the vagina
Stuck in anotha country, mary jane I'm a fond of
Yeah!
(Hook x2)
This is a warning, if that weed ain't fine
n***a, we ain't even want it
We gotta get high and I'm upon this
So f** what they sayn, my n***a, keep it rollin'
Just keep it rollin'
(Verse 2: Prez P)
Huh, bands cuttin' thru the turnpipe like a knife
Been on this road from day to night, but it's a hype
Cut the tree down the perfect height
Light and get light, me and Webbz higher than planes
Them lames still low as kites
Seen n***as like us that lead em fools, it's only right
Miami sh** what b**hes like
This Miami, mommy, you won't be the first or the last
It's a lifestyle, couple packs and just payed it cash
I'm stickin' to the script, it's the paper that I'm readin'
I laughed, cuz back in cla** they say math everything but I ain't believe it
n***as be full o' pride, for they family don't provide
Hoes be all conceded, they don't even call ya when you need it
I blast, pa** all that
OG grams, get jammed and crammed way back when rap was in past
We runnin' laps, neva sweatin' em cats
Scratch all that crap that they yap
It's paper the stat, n***as gon' f** pages, they lookin' back
Back
(Hook x2)
This is a warning, if that weed ain't fine
n***a, we ain't even want it
We gotta get high and I'm upon this
So f** what they sayn, my n***a, keep it rollin'
Just keep it rollin'