Doe Doe Doe - Big Scoob, Big Scoob feat. 1 Ton, Boogie Man, J Richter

Doe doe doe

Johnny Richter

Cottinmouth King

Big Scoob

That doe doe doe

I only mess with the name Strange, like come straight out the labretory

Like Cam Dog, Dumptruck, and the Morning Glory

I’ll turn the early girl into an early queen

Have you feenin for a bag of my G13

It cost big bucks to hit the shit that we smoke

What’s the Mac truck run on?

Dezle

What we need lungs for?

It’s for those who don’t know who’s on the flow

It’s Johnny Richter, I’ve been down since the pound of my gold

I got that doe doe doe, you only keepin the Jordan

Weed stink so bad, it smell like a scunk in your car

Straight from southern California, where the grass always green

Mix the blues, yellows, purples and oranges

Know what I mean?

My favorites the green Crack, cause it taste so sweet

With ear wax, it’s like hash from King’s Candy

From panaps to carcrash, yeah I’m back in the best

So when I pack it, ain’t no stress

See the Crack in your chest

I got that

Doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

I got that doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight

I got that Purple Haze

Got them Kushes, got that Bubba

Back in 98

We be pushin many pushers

Hard to keep them straight

Came from Cali out the vally, you can’t relate

Indenisias and Setivas every 60 days

With that Lemon I be winnin, keep my thunders blazed

Got them moanin, now they want it, call it Lemon cake

Drop the hammer with bananas, should’ve seen they face

Switched to berrys, see me coughin, then I bring the 8

Not to mention, that I’m mixin up my own strain

Mix that Bubba with that K, need to blow your brain

Probably call it Choppaholic, boy, I love the name

When you light it, it’s ignited like the chopper’s flame

Ain’t no faken, ain’t no mistaken, boy, I know the game

This really hit like a blow of Caine

And I been reading on this strain they call it Alian

When I get it, watch me flip it

Imma fuck the game

Doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

I got that doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight

I got a Cali connection, I’m King Kush

That’ll give you niggas blue dreams, smokin like some true feends

I could holla at Rello, and get the plug on that LA confedential

And show you niggas some true green

Buckle up, cause that sour dezle could take you for a long ride

That Hog’s Breath will leave you hog tied

You need a tester, I’m the ball guide

Bad times Boogie got that Moonshine

Joonior got that high tied

Pure Kush, Hairawanna and the ultimet kill

Ultimet high, the best time fuckin with them

Some butifull tops, they fluffy like green pillows

I’m sorry baby, but I’m cheatin with a white widow

She keep me beaned up, an addict for the theme, bruh

Double down on Double Dog, give myself a mean rush

Boogie hit the same crutch with the same touch

Locked in the swisher, but remember, flush the blunt guts

Doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

I got that doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight

I’m in county California, a Marijuana mecha

The capitol of cronics, say the name and they respect ya

Connected with the seeds, gifted with the trees

So if you askin me, it’s safe to say that we perfected weed

Yes indeed I got a swagger, elergic to the bammer

Half my life I been a grower, or dealer, major factor

In the game, there’s way too many strains for me to name

Best believe before the fame, I made some change from Mari Jane

Thousand pound deals, 60 akors in the hills

Come snoop around the propperty, get buried in the fields

My crew is filled with knuckleheads, who always keep it real

Keep a shotgun in the tent, piss hundred dollar bills

Got that doe doe if you need some

The bro with two green thumbs

If you got the chips, I’ll send my bitches on the weed run

We flippin bricks and hittin licks, so coppy what my team does

My lyrics are legit, so holla at me for the green buz

Doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

I got that doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

That doe doe doe

Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight