A.Leon Craft - Half Ounce, Quarter Pound lyrics

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] D-d-d-d-damn, never smoked nothing like this in my life Pack it in a pipe, put it to a light 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, I ignite I'm high as a kite Levitate through a f**in' room, I'm in flight n***a so geeked that I ain't feeling right And I just wanna come down, get back home from Mars Call a f**ing paramedic cause I feel like I'mma die Party 'til my d**h, cardiac arrest Heart beatin' out a n***a mothaf**in' chest Dawg what'd you put inside this weed, is it laced? Cause I feel like I got bugs eating all around my face They in formation, California Kush sh** so loud like a ho that need a douche Like I'm in a coma need a motivator push There a n***a go, with the dope boys dough like Let me get a can I get a [Hook] Half ounce, quarter pound Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good [4x] Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good Half ounce, quarter pound Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good [2x] [Verse 2: Aleon Craft] Eighth, half ounce, quarter pound Yep, n***a fix my order All different flavors and I'm 'bout to, burn it, down In my 'Lac with the preacher's daughter Windows rolled up so the smoke just loiters My paint swag boss sit the rims on tortoise Now I'm looking spaced out cause I'm really spaced out Plenty Mary Jane all satellites cordless Big bag of Wi-Fi, smell it when I fly by Look at these colors, loud packed full of tie-dye Out of here, I'm high, see you later, bye-bye Grindin' up fresh fruit while I'm eating pantie Pomegranate, red eye, pineapples, man I Can't seem to focus seein' double never pans out What it is? See her look her tongue out When I pull that bong out, f** it baby girl pull your pants down [Hook] Half ounce, quarter pound Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good [4x] Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good Half ounce, quarter pound Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good [2x] [Verse 3: Dizzy Wright] Young n***a with a flat top, see the smoke in my back drop n***as hatin' on the internet, only cause I can't run up in your house And lay yo head on yo laptop, crack rock, with the rap spot To the top man, I'm 'bout that, the loud pack made a soundtrack All around the world with a sound that Make 'em wonder where I hid the f**in' bomb at Bomb sack, I'mma medicate, livin' life for a better day I wonder where n***as think I'mma be at the end of the year 12/21/12 2012? Hell, I ain't really trippin' I'mma get it while a n***a here! End of the year, I'm k**in' 'em all, (true) Speak my mind, then I'm sendin' it off Hittin' the booth, smokin' like I'm chillin' wit Snoop And if it's money then I'm gettin' involved I told you motherf**ers I ain't finna play 'round Playground rappers finna f**in' lay down Hear that AK sound (BLAH!) k**in' every rapper You ain't safe in the safe house Las Vegas route, with a f**in' Bay crowd Jarren Benton brought a motherf**in' A crowd So A1 that I'm A+, hit up Aplus, to shoot a damn video at Dame house Same crowd but we make moves, work hard, had to pay dues Gettin' money still the same dude, sellin my soul somethin' that I can't do Tell these b**h n***as, betta make room Less cheap for the best weed, West Coast not Cali, but the LV Half ounce, quarter pound for the low, low key You could probably slide through around next week I'm the n***a that you need to know [Hook]