Marty Grimes - Roll It Up lyrics

Roll It Up (Chrous: Marty Grimes) Weed roller check Grinder check 300 pack of raws and a baggy of Calis best One toke to the neck Feel it all in ya chest And you already know It goes like Roll it up Light it up Smoke it up Pa** it on X3 This is what I call my stoner song (Verse 1: Marty Grimes) I woke up and rolled over to a baggie on my dresser Treat the stem just like a lady Carefully undress her Take a couple of hits Get my day started Room smellin' lets go body here, but my brain departed Yep im stoned But you can't tellRay Bans on, Gucci cologne I spray that on They bump my song when I hit that bong My tree so strong Have you high as hell Cali grown Got me in my zone And I roll it well yeah See I'm a stoner Mixed with some Casanova Cause maryjane love the way I roll her up and smoke her Im a toker Take bong rips till I tip over That purple clover Got me on and its smoke all over Whoa My eyes so low And it's no joke if you don't smoke You might K.O Up off this dro that we don rolled Me and my bro I got that dope that make you choke But let me tell you that it goes like (Chrous: Marty Grimes) Weed roller check Grinder check 300 pack of rolls in the back of ya Calis best One toke to the neck Feel it all in ya chest And you already know It goes like Roll it up Light it up Smoke it up Pa** it on X3 Inhale Exhale X3 Roll it up Light it up Smoke it up Pa** it on (Verse 2: Marty Grimes) I get faded Yep, and joke a lot I guess that's a major side effect of smoking pot I'm posted up on my red eye flight Burn one burn two burn three I just might I'm never solo though, I always bring a friend I let her toke and get her higher than she ever been She play it cool till that THC settle in Talkin bout all this greenery got her out her element Bong and raw papers Blunts in all flavors Contact high This room filled up with strong vapors Berkeley California I'm all about going green Get blowed Kick back and knock some currency Don't worry me Or hurry me When I take hits its all on me Stay with the tree That'll make George of the Jungle follow me And I'm never pa**in' out till the weed is out That's just what we about But for now I need my (Chrous: Marty Grimes) Weed roller check Grinder check 300 pack of rolls in the back of ya Calis best One toke to the neck Feel it all in ya chest And you already know It goes like Roll it up Light it up Smoke it up Pa** it on X3 Inhale Exhale X3 Roll it up Light it up Smoke it up Pa** it on