Текст песни I Got Some Weed - Boboy Watson

Yea look
Wizard me with my OZ
Emerald city with some Russian creams
Inner city with some outer dreams
Palms itching like they got some fleas
She gown blow me till I feel the breeze
I love my greens broccoli and peas
Throw that pussy then I catch some Z's
Real niggas know what I mean

I got some weed, you got some weed
No sticks no seeds yea, my nigga what you got to put on this
I got some weed, you got some weed
I love my greens now tell me baby baby
What you got to put on this

Would you like some chronic or would you like some Cali or
Would you like some OG got it from the homie
Grew that shit right in the valley
Smoke, skate through the alleys
Don't push dope but I smoke like I'm magic
Don't do coke keep my nose in the cabbage
They all hoes Mary Jane she a bad bitch uh
Float through this beat like a boat with a cannon
A big headed nigga couldn't even imagine
Reap what I sow I need gold in my fabrics
G in my code need some B's in my balance
Read and they weep when they peep in the tablet
P's and the keys no DJ Khaled
Sticks no seeds hashish in the salad
Weed in the breeze bitches follow like a ad lib

I got some weed, you got some weed
No sticks no seeds yea, my nigga what you got to put on this
I got some weed, you got some weed
I love my greens now tell me baby baby
What you got to put on this

Roll it fat por favor she said what you need mas mota for
Blunts longer than extension cords
Fuck a plug I'm the power source
Passen blunts like this shits a sport
They ain't even playing full court
On my High hoarse in a drop Porsche
Gatta lot of hoes like a golf course
Ima hot boy like a human torch
Morse code way I tap that ass
Give me brain treat the dick like a crash course
Then I kill that pussy got no remorse
Of course you could check the scores
Young bull of this rap game I ain't no Torus
Cut up the tree like I came with a sword
Fuck up the cash cuz I came from the poor
Bitch I'm back with the pack
Roll em' fat, smell the grass when I walk pass
They gown smell the gas or the hash
Got the stash in the back pack pass it like Shaq
If the pussy got naps tell that bitch weed wack
Spend a rack on a half just ta turn it into ash
Kicken back sippen cognac hit it like smack
Run the sack to the touch down watch me do my dance
And my plug when it touchdown run me them bands

I keep losing myself to find me lying next to you Lying next to you
I keep losing myself to find me lying next to you
Lying next to you lying next to you
Lying next to you
I keep losing myself to find me lying next to you
Lying next to you

I got some weed, you got some weed
No sticks no seeds yea, my nigga what you got to put on this
I got some weed, you got some weed
I love my greens now tell me baby baby
What you got to put on this