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(Verse 1 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic)
Rollin up kush on the flight deck, just a projector and my bitch
Watchin' all three of the Fridays, you know jus on some fly shit
Barbecue in my back yard, Snacks all I've the table doe
You know you get dem munchies right now when it's good smoke
30 pack of dem dutchies, still be fuckin' wit swishas doe
Might just roll a doobie, if I'm Takin that bit for the road
Straight from Decatur, but my weed be from Cali
I Start off wit the liquor but that kush be da Finale
Shiiit I'm all about that paper, wave hola to my haters
Had a Health conscious chic, who used to blow tree through wit dem vapors
She put me on some new shit, I put that girl on good dick
She say when she be high, that it always make her come quick
What a great problem to have, now gone and give me that ass
I cin't stay wit her long doe, jus puff puff den I pass
That's jus smokers etiquette, I'm a southern gentlemen
You ever seen me sick? Naw, I stay smokin' dis medicine
That Cali
(Verse 2 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic)
Right after
I'm twisting up shit, it get lit and get hit
Fuckin' wit bitches who swallow no spit
Strong and that purp, is a hell of a mix
Dat ass in them jeans, is a hell of a fit
Chevy Caprice is a hell of a whip, Rollin up windows hot box in dat bitch
Passin' that strong, John Stockton in shit
Cop me an ounce and make half of it flip
Get me a chick, and make half of her switch
My bit spit her game, an then both of em strip
You know how it is, it start wit a kiss
Next thang you know, we makin' a flic
I'm poppin' dem bottles and livin' that life,
Smokin' that strong while I'm layin' the pipe
Burnin forever, you Rollin it right
Don't care bout a map, we in Cali tonight
Now its Heavy base wit a low fade
I'm high
Tints hidin' That smoke haze
Thats right
Slidin' all through c- Town
Fire marshal on call, cause all we do is burn it down
(cll we do is burn it DOWN), coughing while I'm Rollin
Bitches in the VIP tryna peep what I be smokin'
Oh this jus that potent, one puff I'll get you open
Livin' like a replay, everythang slow motion
On That Cali
(Verse 3 Buckhead Redd)
We smoke, Girl Scout Blue Dream Grape cpe
Green Crack, Purp Irene and OG wax
cnd I still got a lil Jack Herer Space Queen and sour diesel out back
Now what you know bout that, not a got damn thang nigga
Matter of fact, roll up, don't speak less you need a flame nigga
I'm a loud nigga, I smoke loud pack
I got a loud car, I f*ck loud hoes
My trap bunking on steroids
I'm moving loud with my eyes closed
Came a long way since Godby Rd
Crack trappin' and kick doors
Now I'm Buckhead Redd by Benihana
Might just sell loud to ya mama
My clientele must love a nigga
cnything they need, I just plug a nigga
Even my white clientele, say he's such a cool &%*$ Dealer
Keep the tool for them thug niggas
Who thank they something, cause they done drug niggas
I'm not them, best ask around, I shoot ya then I shoot ya down
No prescription needed I'm true to this, not new to this
If it makes you feel safe, think of me as your street corner Pharmaceuticalist
With that WORK THOUGH
Flavors ranging from light green to PURPLE
Put one blunt in a CIRCLE, and I bet y'all all be geeked like URKLE
(On that)