V-Nasty - f** Your Face lyrics

I'm sittin' on a cloud that don't move f** yo face I'm too high f** yo face Your weed not on, no thanks Purple O.G.? I love that taste Where the backwood at? Go roll that eighth Wait! Can't stand up How I'mma roll up? Matter fact, give me that back I'mma roll that up Light it up, and get high as f** This personal, boy, roll your own I grow my own sh** Got a hundred clones Oh, you mad? Better watch your tone Ran outta backwoods, so I grabbed a bone THC, trippy stick When I blow my weed There's an extra lift Gas mask Well that's the sh** That eighth gone, so we get a zip [Hook: X3] Hookin' up In this club Give it to a bad b**h Hookin' up, rub a dub dub Rub a, rub a dub dub Inhale, exhale Police say probable cause for that weed smell I roll the best sh**, upscale I blew a whole zip Light another L Only time could tell How high I'm gonna get Who will ever know? If a blunt stay lit Its burnin' too slow Activist dip Smoke leaving the room Let's hot box the whip! I'm out of my mind I'm seein' thangs I be so high I hallucinate I had to go to sleep To re-cooperate Wake up and eat To re-instate (Coughing) f**, I'm high, cuz Put the weed out Can't hit that sh** anymore (Oh my god!) Let me out of this room The f** is wrong with me? Please no more weed Can't take it [Hook: X7] Hookin' up In this club Give it to a bad b**h Hookin' up, rub a dub dub Rub a, rub a dub dub