Lyrics: Bradley Chatman
Music: Metro Zu/Robert Thompson/Bradley Chatman
[Intro: Lofty305 & Ruben Slikk]
That's just like a space taker uper
I Just cop'd an ounce, babe
[Verse 1: Lofty305]
Breaking down Buddha, hoes break neck
To up serve the fresh, marvelous connects
Lofty up next, Higher than Jay Jay
The jet plane do my thing and respect game
Lames is clueless, weed got me stupid
Nah scratch that, for the more putrid the stench
But the more complex the rhymes
Lofty smoking cryp with a hint of lime
Committing crimes, juking city swine
Trynna climb to another state of mind
Three deep in the whip hot boxing
Mr. B, Ruben Slikk, and Lofty
Freebase in the driver seat, we complete
Metro Zu, yeah you knew we run it like a fleet
And my nigga Eddy, you know he got the heat
On Miami beach, he vibing with the freaks
[Hook: Ruben Slikk]
I just cop'd an ounce, babe
Let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid
Blowing hay, to rectify my brain
Cause i been thinking crazy things
And there really ain't nothing like a blunt when you're down and out
Or even when you're doing good hold them pounds in a drought
Come and blow trees with me
[Verse 2: Mr B]
Its that nigga Mr. B in them basketball shorts
Smoking blunt after blunt now my brain kinda distorted
I imported all the finest of the weed, California
Got me blazing on some trees that I never thought I'd have
But niggas do the math, I'm the freshest nigga ever
Put two and two together, the freshest nigga ever
In any type of weather I am better
Supercede any nigga hating on me
**** a nigga kick rock
Better yet, go skip 'em at the dock
The freshest nigga who came up off the block
Got something for these hoes
A long ass dick to put up in they spin
Now its intertwined and I'm dwelling in their mind
You can't **** with a nigga, as if you got aid
A freshest nigga who's been paid, ever since the seventh grade
Rocking hoes and rocking shows, best believe I got that flow
For any hoe, knock these hoes down, call them dominoes
[Hook: Ruben Slikk]
I just cop'd an ounce, babe
Let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid
Blowing hay, to rectify my brain
Cause i been thinking crazy things
And there really ain't nothing like a blunt when you're down and out
Or even when you're doing good hold them pounds in a drought
Come and blow trees with me
[Verse 3: Ruben Slikk]
It's Ruben Slikk yeah I'm bolder than a mother****er up in the club with a blunt full of hashis
And a bitch wanna hit it but I didn't let her get it I ain't tripping I ain't letting hoes try m
Breakin buds and the purple shit pop a Xanax by the [six?] pack and a nigga ****ed u
Bitch said I remind her of a dutch every time I come around and I gotta get sucked u
And the hash get a nigga so high that my eyelashes always be touching
Like what I do to describe [to the mass?] when I realize my shoe box has nothing
I'm puffin trees and stuffing keef all up in a raw consumption
All these trees got me like a muffin, fresh and popping out the oven
[Bridge: Ruben Slikk]
Blow with me
On these hydroponic trees
Quarter pounds in HP
Got the money and the hoes coming easy
(x2)
[Outro: Ruben Slikk]
I just cop'd an ounce, babe
Let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid
Blowing hay, to rectify my brain
Cause i been thinking crazy things
And there really ain't nothing like a blunt when you're down and out
Or even when you're doing good hold them pounds in a drought
Come and blow trees with me