I'm in the land..
L.a. -- land of the sticky
Sup?
What ch'all n***az know bout that purple weed n***a?
Show y'all n***az some sh**
It's that sticky, that bud
Indo, hydro
Open up the window, i'm bout to blow!
That fire sh**
n***a what ch'all, what ch'all got
What ch'all got to roll em up?
Packwoods? garcia vegas? straight chocolate phillies?
n***a straight, ?, the dutches and the black n milds?
Y'all n***az don't know nuttin about them corolas
Ha yeah, j.o.b., one point five
[mystikal]
Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end
Take the phillie out and roll it up!
Light it, hit it, hold it, pa**
Puff puff blow it up!
See some of y'all n***az be talkin about blowin
But can't handle the doja
Gettin sleepy n sh**, quittin all early
b**h you ain't no smoker!
Y'all must think used to hittin that dirt
The sticks with the brown buds
Me, i ain't got sh** else to do
n***a i'm bout to get f**ed up!
Two cases of green, optimal burned away
A.m. done turned to p.m.
And nighttime done turned back to day
I'm, still smo-kin
Feelin sporty in my hotel - spent the whole day gettin loa-ded!
It's nothin but smoke til there's nothin to smoke
It's nothin but sticky and nothin but doja
Disconnect the smoke detector and
Put a wet towel up under the door!
Nobody else probably more dope for me, i got the whole tree
Leftovers for me, whoo this b**h off the hee!
bu*ton up cause s** em up is a pet peeve
First don't put my light in your pocket
Second don't wet my god damn weed!!
That's just two, before i could get to three and four
Five and six, i heard a dum dum dum dum at the do'
Evidence all over, i've been doin somethin serious
Gotta hide this sh**, cause i know that's hotel security
I played it off, i said, "come back later i ain't got on no clothes"
He said, "sorry sir, i don't mean to disturb ya, but i smell smoke!"
f** it just went to jail for that sh**
I ain't goin back
I done ate an ounce and i'ma flush the rest
Cause i ain't goin out like that!
Sprayin cologne and cuttin on the shower
Tryin to clear it up
Worried like a dog but i gotta open the door
Fukkit here go nuthin!
The do' swung open and some young n***a
Talkin bout, "what's happenin?"
He said, "i know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack!"
Ain't that a b**h!
Boy you betta get your b**h a** up outta here
n***a i'd think you the motherf**in police
I done threw all my motherf**in weed away
f**in with you old b**h a** n***a
n***a, get your motherf**in hoe a** up outta here
b**h before i stomp your b**h a**
The f**!
Boy this n***a done blew my motherf**in high