Potluck - Hot Box Anthem lyrics

(feat. Absolute On End and Mr. Garth-Culti-Vader) Potluck! Roll up the window Dank alumni, back up in this b**h Roll up the window [UnDeRaTeD:] It's f**ed up, I'm too high, and I still want more And it's f**ed up that we have too much good weed to ignore So we closing all doors and closing all the windows too Hope you ain't smoking, watch what secondhand will do It's the hotbox anthem, it's not a joke, put your hands up The room is filled with smoke, so many blunts you can't stand up Humboldt bud shows in high times magazine And where I'm from, were fillin bags of weed for Halloween Get in the truck, hit the blunt, get the visine Roll the windows up, were puff n tuff till our eyes bleed Five jays a day the only way to get by This ain't fake like the movies half baked and how high Walked into a party ain't got no ice on But I got the best weed you seen in your life dog Hit it you might fall, I'm right in my life ya'll And critics talkin sh** like this is a gimmick, f** all ya'll! [Chorus: One Ton] This ain't a club song shakin and dancing This ain't a love song singing and romancing This ain't a pop song about your favorite fashion Were here to smoke a blunt, this is the hotbox anthem [Garth Vader:] Hop into my hotbox AKA my office, I got it It's Mr. Garth-culti-vader growing these pounds of purple chronic When I get up on it most people call me the reefer doctor Living in the tent with my twelve gauge watching for helicopters I broke you off something kind of proper when I go get? I'm watching out for crooked coppers in my golden state I can't stop it Mary Jane is out on another day I'll just wait till my harvest? With some grapes Not the ones from Napa but believe people be coming after this rapper Because they know I'm a f**in disaster When I bring the master kush straight from the plant stalks Id like to welcome everybody to this hot box [One Ton:] Roll up the window smoking on a blunt, roll up the window turn the music up to bump You ready to burn? Yep. Ok cool Let's blaze up every molecule Well I got a few well make gravity is on top of you f** yeah! I got it, I'll hit it up in my spare time, I'll get ya high I'll get that lighter, I got some fire, do it quick before expire Showin em I was born to roll like I was master ace So whatcha talkin about suburban for dubs I'm talkin ace straight to the face It's dank alumni, we smoking bra** and weed This smells like a** to me when you have to breathe Cause every time I go to inhale, it's like? Pack that bowl, hit it homie, you pa**ed out I'm doin dope fo sho, smokin trees, getting slow Everything turns to I don't know I don't wanna quit so I still roll Man I still blowin my dough Let's go get high like was sup? Only time I shut the f** up Is every time the windows go up So if you hotbox, hit it hard till it hurts So I can get to the other side like? Trying to convert [Chorus: One Ton] This is dank alumni, we make fascia aroma therapy Smokin cultural taking out a teepee like a Cherokee A belished desire to smoke Clouds developing start taking shapes lookin like the holy ghost Don't you break the tag cough a drop ash in the interior, the hot box I swear you'll be short in breath that'll make you inferior, that's top notch Marijuana songs that beats the bounce of girls of hop scotch Rollin blunts the size of redwood trees, joints the size of sasquatch Inhale steam to let's your eyes sink Whirling spells casted to reveal reflect the thoughts that I think Positive progress towards liberation No org local laws dedication the process Blaze your favorite band without the guilty conscious [One Ton:] I roll ounces of bang More changes stay the same I gotta hustle this game You can catch me in my Chevy with my windows rollin up Cause only you got perfect time to finish rollin a blunt Still bumping gangsta rap Still screaming f**in cop like my car is on fire When I'm cruising down the block It's Smokey in the inside like the hot box anthem My weed gets your brain like your smoking Charles Manson The east they're smoking Phillies, the west we Rollin switches Some people packing bong hits, some people joint twists' But me smokes it all got a PHD, that's a pothead degree, wrap pot, best believe I'll smoke a couple of P's just modest of me When it comes to havin fire, I'm as hottest can be I'm smoking like a chief, notice me, I'm holding cheese Cause up in Humboldt county all are money growing trees