Sativa - Chris Webby, B-Real, Demrick

Sativa - Chris Webby, B-Real, Demrick

Альбом
Webster's Laboratory II
Год
2017
Язык
`English`
Длительность
364430

Below is the lyrics of the song Sativa , artist - Chris Webby, B-Real, Demrick with translation

Lyrics " Sativa "

Original text with translation

Sativa

Chris Webby, B-Real, Demrick

Roll that heady

Fill my Chevy with the vapors

AK-47 in them double wide papers

So I break up half and save the rest of it for later

So come and get in touch with nature 'cos, baby, you know we smoking that sativa

We smoking that sativa

We smoking that…

This shit is sublime

Hit it and lift up your mind

The most specific of kinds

Particular strains I’m smoking during daytime

Got me feeling high and energetic at the same damn time

I’m on a path to where I don’t know

With a little bit of Jack Herer in my bowl

Euphoric, yo, with the Oreos

And whatever other snacks I carried back home

Got the Tangie from my Cypress Hill Family

In high demand the types of strands

Dispensaries be selling out like they be supplying the kids candy

High as Iron-Man with 90 grams

And, yo, this weed here ain’t no runner up

This weed won the cup

Enough’s enough, we puffin' tough

My blunt is stuffed with Thunderfuck

Like I’m purposely trying to disobey Scruff Mcgruff

'Cos this Silver Haze will leave you lit for days

And this shit’s amazing

Zoned out playing Ninja Gaiden

Joystick’s engaging, Taking a rip and flaming

The Canadian fragrance blazing

And it’s chased with a great sensation

Don’t change the station ehh

My brain’s on a paid vacation

With sativa in my vehicle, chiefin'

Turn up the speakers

The green is my teacher

Like Yoda leading Jedi procedures

Roll that heady

Fill my Chevy with the vapors

AK-47 and them double wide papers

So I break off half and save the rest of it for later

So come and get in touch with nature 'cos, baby, you know we smoking that sativa

We smoking that sativa

We smoking that…

I spend my days in a daze smoking Lemon Haze

Out in Amsterdam where women love to entertain

The Greenhouse Coffee Shop the red light

When I’m in Holland that’s the spot I go to get right

Roll my weed up, smoke sativa kick my feet up

Look for tracks that I can eat up when I heat up it’s a fever

And my stoner chick’s a diva, all I feed her is that greenery

Raw papers wrapped around that Sour D

And this life ain’t want it seem to be

It’s something like a dream to me

This weed’ll it give me energy

Best believe my enemies, they don’t last long

Joints getting ashed then passed to a sad song

I remember not knowing 'bout the different strains

Copping dimes out in the projects in the pouring rain

Now I hit up the dispensary they know the name for smoking on that fire flame

You know this shit is not a game

And that raspberry cough in my bag’s very strong

Hotbox, you won’t last very long

See the smoke through the glass of the bong

Take a hit, hold on, don’t pass 'till it’s gone

Play this track watch my fans sing along

Boy, we lit, yeah, we high, man, we on

Blazing Acapulco Gold

With my partners getting stoned

It’s sativa man, straight to the dome

Roll that heady

Fill my Chevy with the vapors

AK-47 and them double wide papers

So I break off half and save the rest of it for later

So come and get in touch with nature 'cos, baby, you know we smoking that sativa

We smoking that sativa

We smoking that…

I ain’t smoking that bullshit

Let me tell what I don’t do

I ain’t smoking that bullshit

Let me tell you what I won’t do

I ain’t smoking that bullshit

Let me tell what I don’t do (no)

I ain’t smoking that bullshit

Let me tell you what I won’t do

Pass this shit

'Cos it’s boo boo

Backyard boogie we don’t touch

But I heard you do

Fucking cursed like it’s voodoo

You could see me takin' flight on that jet fuel

And we blowin' sativa on the next two

Getting so elevated that we forget you

Faded with Webby on the set, fool

No matter how many requests we don’t accept you

Better be taking it to the chest, fool

No stress, it’s all incredible

I be putting you out with an edible

Laid out, nigga blazed out, let me fade out, feeling played out, hey now

How many hits can you take now?

How many hits 'fore you break down?

How many minutes go by you say you feeling fake now?

How many swirls you got wrapped around the jay now?

Roll that heady

Fill my Chevy with the vapors

AK-47 and them double wide papers

So I break off half and save the rest of it for later

So come and get in touch with nature 'cos, baby, you know we smoking that sativa

We smoking that sativa

We smoking that…

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