Chris Webby - High Grade lyrics

[Intro: Alandon] Somebody roll it up Somebody roll it up Somebody roll it up Somebody roll it up [Verse 1: Chris Webby] Yeah Smoking on indo (yeah man) So put down the coke and the benzo's No opiate choking your mental Let your stress go, no dress code Just breathe it and feel it And if you can find it and need some I'll get it Got peoples who flip it, believe me They putting more trees on the street than the week after Christmas, hah Only need that sh** that grow from out the ground Got the plug from Cali Buds, and then we cop it by the pound (yeah) Dispensaries are popping up all over town No more law to stop me now, it's going down Yeah, no longer do we gotta hide it Or only smoke up when in private In this recreational climate No Five-O be looking through my whip Smelling like bud at the function No worries about your a**umptions No worries about people's judgement And if they judge then f** them, we puffing Start the ganja party like we Tasha Marley Rastafari eating calamari, too much pot to carry I be on some other sh**, roll another spliff Blast off into outer space on the mother ship f**ing loving it, yeah [Chorus: Alandon] High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah) High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah) High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) [Bridge: Alandon] Spliff on the tip of me tongue Marijuana smoke fill up my lungs Water bowl be the chalice I run Cali farm often carry a gun Crossing water we often do run Like Jimmy Cliff, ah they [?] come Lighting a spliff with a spark of me gun Highest of grades out in the sun, yeah [Verse 2: Dizzy Wright] Smoking my own strain I got sativa cause indica's hype I been doing my own thing Minding my business and twisting my fire And suddenly, I see my phone rang I keep it Dizzy Wright Me and Webby make you feel like you in the wrong lane Turned up, living through the stone age Take you to a higher place bro This sh**'s wonderful if I can say so No hate in my heart, I let hate go I'm on the legal marijuana payroll Can't believe this my reality, right? I know you wanna be mad at me But it get hard when you finding them flavors you like You know it's fire if them haters get right You a**uming it correctly More flavors, I'm great in the night You can tell I'm wavy, like I'm on a jet-ski I keep all the players in sight Giving them choices and she think it's s**y I'm keeping it G if I'm saying it right Would you like to smoke, come impress me? They dizzy dreaming, durban poison And I got that strawberry cough going Wesley Rocking my shades like Blade b**h, I'm still moving you s**ers can't catch me Handle my business I tell 'em I want them to send me the money directly f** all them people that tried to convince all my stoners that this sh** was deadly Dizzy hippie only f**ing with it if it's heavy 'cause man [Chorus: Alandon] High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah) High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah) High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) [Post-Chorus: Alandon] Somebody roll it up Somebody roll it up Somebody roll it up Somebody roll it up [Bridge: Alandon] Spliff on the tip of me tongue Marijuana smoke fill up my lungs Water bowl be the chalice I run Cali farm often carry a gun Crossing water we often do run Like Jimmy Cliff, ah they [?] come Lighting a spliff with a spark of me gun Highest of grades out in the sun, yeah [Outro: Alandon] High grade, high grade No bush weed, no bush weed