Cookin Soul - Airheads lyrics

[Chorus: Yukmouth & Blanco] We gettin high on the freeway, drivin with my knees Kissin on my lean, n***a, twistin up the trees I don't f** with sticks and seeds, don't gimme no bammer weed If it ain't them scout cookies then I f** with OG And I'm higher than giraffe p**y Smokin on them cookies Got me higher than giraffe p**y Smokin on that OG And I'm higher than giraffe p**y Smokin on them cookies Got me higher than giraffe p**y Smokin on that OG [Verse 1: Blanco] I break it down, start rollin like a Rolex And then I flip it like a Rolodex And this one here is to the neck Cause baby, I just smoke the best I'm the f**in weed king It's like I'm a human triple beam Smokin joints, sippin lean Yeah I'm ballin, so these b**hes got me triple-teamed And I'm just chillin with my stoner girl Talkin sh** like 'Baby, I'ma run the world' f**in run for president I'm spittin game, so you don't need to question it (Shhh...) And ain't no second-guessin it I smoke the best of it, y'all can smoke the rest of it Good weed, I invest in it 50 p's a week, that's just an estimate [Chorus: Yukmouth & Blanco] [Verse 2: Yukmouth] I wake up and bake up to the finest kush I took a TwitPic, hit my timeline and look I blow designer kush, rockin with that Charlie Sheen OG, Big Doh, I'm on the winning team Po' a fo' of lean, my styrofoam frosty Actavis got me noddin off with a coffee With my n***a Jack rollin bags of that Barney And my kush so loud it can wake up Bob Marley Louder than a Harley bike, stronger than the X-Men Smokeathon veteran, black Willie Nelson Smokin AK-47 up in room 420, Coughee Brotha like Devin Veteran, you n***as get yo weed from dispensaries I know the grower with the tree, he let me pick the weed Boss sh**, I'm right there when they clip the weed He say he smokin' mo' than Yuk - hah, n***a please [Chorus: Yukmouth & Blanco] [Verse 3: Dru Down] I'm smokin cookies, got the munchies, milk and cookies On the highway gettin head in a hybrid It's like a cloud on the ground with some wheels on it Leave a strong smell, when I burn rubber its's real, homie Kush capitol from the Bay to the Big Apple Like Snapple - the Best up on Earth That's the slogan, cause the weed I smoke is so potent High on the daily, so I won't have to go crazy ( ? ) I push, I'm in a Explorer Van 580, 880, a Town tour, man So high like the sky, just call me fly guy When it's time to go there come to me and know I Burn them trees, I'm drinkin, got women flockin, they jockin I'm not trippin, I'm high - and plus it's pimpin So get it right, don't f** up my high, hoe Or just listen to the hook or catch a hook [Chorus: Yukmouth & Blanco] [Verse 4: Richie Rich] I'm into clippin clones and usin different phones Started just blowin sacks, now I be smokin zones Some n***as call 'em zips, we used to call 'em O's I'm under heavy stress, that's why I got to blow Drop 7 in a zag, call that sh** Michael Vick Just got out of jail but I'm back on my sh** Just do a Hail Mary, a ten pack of grapes Got n***as catchin my pa**es in mo' than 20 states I'm high as ( ? ) p**y, smokin that drippy stem Them girl scouts is out lookin for Richie Rich My b**h bought a box, I told her shut the do' I smelled the bud, ran outside and bought a couple mo' I'm into blowin kush, I like to smell a dream Purple's my favorite color, but OG kush is green You see me in the traffic, just know I'm movin mean High as giraffe p**y, and that's on everything [Chorus: Yukmouth & Blanco] [Verse 5: B-Legit] I gets deeper than a dolphin off the blue dolphin And I don't do it often but the cookie got me coughin I probably need a coffin, some narcos and oxycodones A bad b**h to roll the bela while the B-La ploddin A Cali state of mind, oh yeah I'm doin fine Don't waste no time chasin paper, n***a, paper mine This b**h fine and she ask could she ride and laughed I told her hell yeah and broke her off the other half Now here my autograph, a body like a dancer Plus her head game is sick, call her brain cancer She addicated to this dick, call her Nohanna Plus I'm higher than a plane, I see you in Atlanta Bosses do what they do, them s**ers what they can I stay stokin on good with Jane and Mary-Ann Might even roll in yo hood with that contraband I'm wet as Aquaman, B-La get it poppin, man [Chorus: Yukmouth & Blanco]