XV - Ganja & Pasta lyrics

What's that sound? The awesome sound? Yeah, Awesome Sound, what's this? Ganja and pasta Smoke like rastas And live like mobsters n***a [Hook] [XV]: Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters (Yea we) Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters We got that ganja and pasta, ganja and pasta [Verse One: Freddie High] I said "Awesome you're a rasta for this beat cause it's a monster." Ganja and pasta, a few shots of vodka Girls, see y'all teeming, wanna hop up on our roster So Vizzy grab that drink and put them hoes up in the casa I make a living off of k**ing beats, doctor Now put this in your headphones and watch it change your posture Impostors, got us fighting in the streets, Blanka You just a single player in this Game, Boy Contra Jungle where we from but we're living like mobsters My team going green, blowing stinky like "ooh" Love life loyalty, over all things If you n***as know the motto then you know that's my team [Hook: XV](x2) [Verse Two: Sez Batters] I roam through Jamaica, Christmas trees in Sicily They know I'm nice, chicks want just to get with me Roam through Jamaica, Christmas trees in Sicily They know I'm nice, chicks want just to get with me Roam through Jamaica, Christmas trees in Sicily Roam through Jamaica, Christmas trees in Sicily Roam through Jamaica, roam through Jamaica Roam, roam, roam, roam, roam through Jamaica V know I'm nice, chicks whine just to get with me Treat'em with the mask on, I ain't with the trickery The squares hit the site, two teams, officially Take 'em out the game, balls go over heads Like you take em to the plane, you ain't in the lane Not from the gutter but the pen game the same X told me not to spare 'em, had to beat em out the frame Joey said "whoa", Batterz 'bout to blow Today's a hurricane, and yesterday I gave 'em snow Also blew the roof off, I had to save the flow Good fellas with good fella, y'all n***as better know [Hook: XV](x2) [Verse Three: XV] Smoke like a rasta, live like a mobster Real monsters, you could call me Hoffa My n***a J keep it Michael Bay, hella choppers So that 9 stay on the block like Ibaka Where you think Sez Batters he's got his name from? Where you think Deuce 1 got the game from? Found some cushion like whoopie when they spray guns Cause I don't got no sisters that act So they don't play none/nun See what we started, smoking that olive garden Bong made of gla**, your sh** is plastic as Dolly Parton I beg your pardon, my culture accepted losses Now we on that final level my n***a, we bosses [Hook: XV](x2) [Outro: XV] So let me break something down with the Squarian ritual You know what I mean? Like one thing that we do in the game of chamber when we, when we have, you know? A nice gentlemen meal like some pasta You gotta roll a J, a'ight? And then we we're sitting there watching Marley And the Awesome Sound was like "Man, we might as well be living that ganja and pasta life." I was like "Alright." For no reason