Cloud Nine

I'm just blowing out indo you see the smoke out the window If I give her a taste of this grape she matching my tempo If she smoking with me then she gonna open her temple I'm the strain that ease her pain and stimulate all her mentaln I be smoking on Cali, a cannibus Connoisseur And the leaves that I roll stank it smell like something manure All you stoners need to take some notes And get you tutor I'm the king of cannibus you can call me The ruler If you need a new connect, we can get you a zone If you need a transport we can bring it to ya home If you need sativa we got strains for ya dome If you hit this shit carelessly well the cough will make you foam We rolling up the backwoods like a lumberjacks up in the forest And we got the flavors exotic, it taste like fresh Porridge We can never over harvest put the surplus in the storage And organize the jars we got from the weakest out to the strongest Im stuck on cloud nine like I clipped my wings I stay blowing Os you see and smell the smokey rings I don't ever trip on what ever that life brings Put that fire to Mary Jane until that bitch sings I'm stuck on cloud nine like I clipped my wings Yeah I'm stuck on that chocolate tai just like good cream I'm smoking on that good purple not talking bout lean Marijuana be potent but it don't make fiends Marijuana be potent but it don't make fiends Marijuana be potent but it don't make fiends Y'all can keep that drank I love weed I love me Mary Jane dawg It helps me sleep When y'all drank too much Y'all just turn creep And y'all follow the crowds Like dumb sheep All I need me is green and some Heat Got the blunts in rotation just like it's on repeat Got me some strawberry cough that's tasting kinda of sweet Homie came with extracts that arrived on wax sheets Take another rip of the bong, we making steam Only wash it with salt alcohol to make It clean I don't f*ck with sleeping pills only blue dreams And I'm on my solo shit I don't need myself a team This the type of shit you blow to when You ride You niggas can't hit it unless you bringing five Please don't bring no Reggie man that shit right there is jive I'm only smoking medical grade you need prescribed Im stuck on cloud nine like I clipped my wings I stay blowing Os you see and smell the smokey rings I don't ever trip on what ever that life brings Put that fire to Mary Jane until that bitch sings I'm stuck on cloud nine like I clipped my wings Yeah I'm stuck on that chocolate tai just like good cream I'm smoking on that good purple not talking bout lean Marijuana be potent but it don't make fiends