Vinny Crook$ - Bet I Got Sum Weed Remix lyrics

[Prod. By TaeBeast from Digi+Phonics] [Verse 1] Lately i've been waking in the morning, feeling f**ed up Resorting to Mary Jane, party in my brain man thats wa**up Centerfolds unfold the centers of my philly blunt Fill it up with indica, i'm rollin foul the golden child has risen up Got my thoughts racing like Winston Cup, i'm lifted up Off a spliff i'm lifting up, I probably need an extra lung Got Skywalker in my blunt, Mace Windu in my cup Watching Paid In Full diamond in the rough Call the supplier man he wanna roll a Big L like Lamont Coleman And we rolling blunts the size of Manute Bol And y'alls be like Muggsy Bogues And keep your Newports, Black and Milds, I got my optimal Swisher full of that Blanka, hotboxing like a sauna Aroma of that ganja my cologne, my woman keep a blamma Stashed in her Prada, she's my type of ride or die Let her take a pull then take her to the backseat, skeet skeet Now i'm four deep with my homies that are strangers of the peace Blaze an ounce of trees, back to back like siamese Subtract the roof for the breeze my tank on E Gather snaps for the petrol, hope them blue boys don't speak Yeahh, the world is all I need But if you don't know anything just know I got some weed Chorus Bet I got some weed (x2) You don't know anything? Just know I got some weed Bet I got some weed (x2) Ain't got no money mayne, but bet I got some weed Hey, who got some weed? Who got some weed? (x6) [Verse 2] Always progressing the funk, always finessing the flux You can't get lifted with us, if your elevator is stuck My weapons always on tuck, the Wesson up to your gums If you run up on me, get some cupid love straight from the slug Immaculate, backpack rapping, platters emptied after lunch Enemies can bite the dust, only certain b**hes I will cuff Such a chocolate deluxe, rugged, s**y bu*tercup Blades chop my ba** thump, bumping Pac and Dre Modern day d**h row, hallucinating cross J's Mayday, gotta basket full of lime and i'm basking in the lime In due time i'll bump my head on cloud nine I give you paradise (pair of dice) like craps, wake and bake Cultivate my garden harvest all my Grape Ape Elevate to god's slipper, Gone till November Like Wyclef, when the lye's lit, keep my mind sealed Pop a zanny or a atvian, candy rain like Soul 4 Real Extra pills extra pills, that real deal like Holyfield Wheels swerving through the set In my black a** tint with the fire weed and two eleven Might go through seven pounds like Big Willie Eyes beaming like Belly, and for y'all that feel me i thank god Smoke one with me get high as the balcony King was on