[Intro] Yeah… Northwest smoke in the air… Bass knockin’ like a heartbeat in the dark… Light one up… [Verse 1] Fruit Loop smoke twistin’ out the paper like a rainbow, Northwest pressure got me movin’ in slow-mo, Ash hang low while the chrome wheels creep, Top shelf fire put a grown man to sleep. Swisher stuffed with strains I can’t pronounce, Twenty different jars, whole pound by the ounce, Blueberry haze, runtz, kush, GDP, Half the names gone soon as the smoke hit me. Mind fried up, pray my brain recoup, Another joint burnin’ taste like Fruit Loops, Eyes bloodshot, hoodie smell loud, Whole damn section know we blowin’ through the crowd. [Hook] Light a joint with me, let the smoke ride slow, Northwest weed, yeah the whole coast know, Top shelf trees, sticky fingers from the dope, One more hit got me barely holdin’ hope. Light a joint with me, let the bassline knock, Windows cracked while the ash still drop, Fruit Loop flavor got the whole room spun, Smokin’ with the boys till the night all done. [Verse 2] Dirty G-funk slap from the trunk all night, Streetlights glow while the cherry burn bright, Smoke swirl thick like a Portland rain cloud, OG in the air, got the whole whip loud. Homies pass jars like baseball cards, Everybody swear they got the hardest bars, Wax on the blunt make the flame burn slow, One hit deep got me forgettin’ what I know. Still we laugh while the smoke drift sideways, Lost a few screws from these long haze Fridays, But the vibe too smooth, can’t put the joint down, Northwest kings when we roll through town. [Hook] Light a joint with me, let the smoke ride slow, Northwest weed, yeah the whole coast know, Top shelf trees, sticky fingers from the dope, One more hit got me barely holdin’ hope. Light a joint with me, let the bassline knock, Windows cracked while the ash still drop, Fruit Loop flavor got the whole room spun, Smokin’ with the boys till the night all done. [Verse 3] Low ride creepin’ while the bassline thump, Ghost smoke drift from the back of the blunt, Moonlight hit on the chrome .44, Whole squad lurk when we slide through the door. Dark alley talk with the sirens nearby, Paranoid thoughts got me watchin’ the sky, Mind gone numb from the kill-grade tree, Still light another up and pass it to me. Black hoodie shadows in the neon mist, Dirty white ash on my fingertips, 808 heartbeat shake the whole damn block, Every window crack when the bass beat knock. Underground funk with the horror film feel, Cold street gospel mixed with raw steel, Smoke too loud, got the room possessed, Northwest mob and the weed stay blessed. [Final Hook] Light a joint with me, let the smoke ride slow, Northwest weed, yeah the whole coast know, Top shelf trees, sticky fingers from the dope, One more hit got me barely holdin’ hope. Light a joint with me, let the bassline knock, Windows cracked while the ash still drop, Fruit Loop flavor got the whole room spun, Smokin’ with the boys till the night all done. [Outro] Smoke curl slow through the neon light, Talkin’ ‘bout strains we can’t name right, Northwest grown, yeah the gas supreme, Fruit Loop joints and a gangster dream.
