The Adventures Of Stoney Bob - Logic, Kajo, Slaydro

All my homies we on the-we on the studio tour bus right now

This is Stoney Bob live in a room from

Wherever the fuck we are today on tour

I’ve uh, I’ve already rolled about four blunts

It’s 3:38 PM

I’m going off, here we go

What up?

What’s good?

I’m running through your hood

I’m feeling like I should, I wish a motherfucker would

Bobby be my name, I’m 'bout to run a train

On this girl with all my boys and her name is Mary Jane

Cause I burn (big dope!) with my dogs

Joe Clay rolled a blunt so big that shit look like a log

In my dressing room but I can’t see through all the fog

6ix supply the kicks like karate

I was fighting with the idea of smokin' again and now I got my green belt

And that’s the longest line without a rhyme

But the punch before the line about the line was so divine

For shizzle my nizzle, I feel like D-O-double Gizzle on this grizzle, my nizzle

Put the greenery on the grill and let it sizzle, my nizzle

It don’t matter the season Bobby let it burn when it drizzle

And boy I’m liable to put my right hand on the Bible

And tell the world that me and Berner got a strain of the cookie

That shit is so simply just undeniable

It’ll make your world shatter like glass and I ain’t talkin' 'bout them dabs

(Woo-hah!) What’s the haps on the craps?

(Woo-hah!) Stoney Bob, bring it back

(Woo-hah!) Stoney Bob want a snack

(Woo-hah!) Stoney Bob got the pack

(Woo-hah!) What’s the craps on the motherfuckin'—fucked that line up

Nice

You make me feel so amazing

I wanna ride with you, I wanna smoke with you

I’m coming to get you, girl, you know I gotta hit you like

You make me feel so amazing

I wanna ride with you, I wanna smoke with you

I’m coming to get you, girl, you know I gotta hit you like

Mary Jane, I never been the same since our lips locked

The only lady that never gets pissed off

And if there’s one thing I know

It’s how to roll a J and let it burn real slow

For those who don’t know, I go by Slaydro, ready, set, go

I take one to the dome like Pablo Esco

Germinate the seed, then just let it grow

Then harvest like a pro

Dodging cops just to cop digits

Made the packs move and flip like, they was gymnasts

Got me seeing trick green night vision

All truth, no fiction

Always fried like Popeye’s Chicken

Hella mother- hella motherfucker

So you know I’m always know I’m always running late

Unless that currency at stake

In this Ruth Chris because I’m ruthless

Forty in the-forty in the trunk gone in 20 minutes

That’s 80K for the ticket, every-everybody fucking with it

Smoking the container bet I’m always gon' retain it

Lit

You make me feel so amazing

I wanna ride with you, I wanna smoke with you

I’m coming to get you, girl, you know I gotta hit you like

You make me feel so amazing

I wanna ride with you, I wanna smoke with you

I’m coming to get you, girl, you know I gotta hit you like

It ain’t nothing, joint stuffing, rolling blunts and

Big buds for breakfast crumble like a muffin

No discussion, smoking big dope with the fam

Stoney on the bus, used to hot box a van

In and out the cities, group the women and the weed

All these male groupies step unless you got tree

Better roll it and smoke it to the last drop

That cash crop, stay up in the hash spot

Daily session, that Buddha blessing, never stressing

Laid back but I keep the whistle like I’m reffing

That’s some rap nigga shit, we Hugh Heffin'

Smoke out the grotto

Feeling like Pablo, saucing like tomato

Pull them numbers like lotto

You make me feel so amazing

I wanna ride with you, I wanna smoke with you

I’m coming to get you, girl, you know I gotta hit you like

You make me feel so amazing

I wanna ride with you, I wanna smoke with you

I’m coming to get you, girl, you know I gotta hit you like