[Intro]
I'm in the land
L.A. -- land of the sticky
What ch'all n***as know bout that purple weed n***a
Show y'all n***as 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
Backwoods? Garcia Vegas
Straight chocolate Phillies
n***a straight, ?
n***a I'll twist it in the Black n Milds
Y'all n***as don't know nothing about them Coronas
Cognac, J.O.B., one point five
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***as be talking about blowing
But can't handle the doja
Getting sleepy n sh**, quitting all early
b**h you ain't no smoker
Y'all must think used to hitting 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 OPTIMOS burned away
A.M. done turned to P.M
And nighttime done turned back to day
I'm, still smoking
Feeling sporty in my hotel - spent the whole day getting loaded
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 around me mo' 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 lighter in your pocket
Second don't wet my goddamn weed
That's just two, before I could get to three and fo'
Five and six, I heard a DUM DUM DUM DUM at the do'
Evidence all over, I've been doing something 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'mma flush the rest
Cause I ain't going out like that
Spraying cologne and cutting on the shower; trying to clear it up
Workin like a dog but I gotta open the do' - f** it here go nothing
The door swung open and some young n***a
Talking bout, what's happening
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**ing police
I done threw all my motherf**ing weed away
f**in with you old b**h-a** n***a
n***a, get your motherf**ing ho-a** up outta here
b**h before I stomp your b**h a**, the f**
Boy this n***a done blew my motherf**ing high