[Chorus] Sunny sunny, we out in Cali , We sit in the sand blazer, Exhaling smoke,[ woo woo] it's amazing! It's flaming, lace with a little hashy, I'm craving! That shit bangin! [Verse] [ What is that I smell!] Shit fool /none for you, it's all for me, It's the finest Kushy very tasty an tengey, My G get your own/ my tank my joint my trees , get your own you heard, i'm keeping it gangster dog.I'm keeping it gangster, [ Gangster male voice] shit this is a lot of weed.I'm gonna have to stash it ] I'm a low life/ i'm a motherfucker / i smell that where are you sucker, i need my meds, i know you're around here somewhere, the closest I get to you, the stronger the smell! Woowii, I hopeing is some sour, [ i smell it] Well well jock pot ding ding ching ching it's time to roll up some fatties, looking at my batty, I'm broke ass fuck! I need to sell son of this ganja and make some money's/ -- shit!, the owner of the weed [ yelling - where the hell my weed went, who took it] He is beat / he ain't getting shit back.I'm running off and smoking! Coffin and chokin [Chorus again] [Verse2] Make it some money put in the dip/ these gangsters wanna put a hit, so I gotta flip there, ain't no snitching here, i'm gonna have to get a gap gap.And a couple of clips/ blast them all off/ a couple of drive bys [ hold up for a sce/ i need to puff, puff and sip a little something.] That's right i'm back at it, imdefending my own/ i found it loses weepers, get your own your own you heard, i sprayed a couple of more, sat down and smoked more/ stone to the core, [ I must be high.] Is a quarter past twelve, i'm seeing shit! Da weed ghost owner is taunting me/ he's hunting me, he what his weed back, fuck!/ even in the afterlife, he was like, puff puff pass motherfucker, click clock, click clock thinking.How can you kill something that's already dead, ohh, yeah.I forgot I got the gram Reefer in my pockets, let me light this up say a prayer /get him going/ bye, bye, don't know where you're going up or down. I don't care.I'm gonna sit somewhere in the beach. watch half naked girls walk up and down the bowwalk/ smoking me the fattest baddest Blunt ever! Stony life/ is a happy life [Chorus again] Man I’m high as fuck sittin’ barefoot in the sand, Blunt lookin’ like a torch in my goddamn hand, Whole beach smellin’ like a dispensary stand, If the cops roll up I’m runnin’ like “fuck the man!” Ash fallin’ on my shirt, I don’t give a shit, Roll another fat one while I’m still half lit, Some dude yellin’ “yo that’s my weed you prick!” I said “finders keepers bitch, you can suck my dick.” Now I’m laughin’ like a maniac coughin’ up smoke, Eyes redder than the devil and I’m damn near broke, Pocket full of stolen bud and a lighter I jacked, If karma comes around well I’m smokin’ that back. Then I swear I hear the weed ghost whisper my name, “Motherfucker that’s my stash you been smokin’ my flame,” I said “chill dead homie we can share this strain,” Then I sparked up another like I ain’t got shame. Now the boardwalk spinnin’, I’m baked out my skull, Two blunts deep and I’m rollin’ up another one full, If heaven smell like kush then I’m ready to go, But till then I’m on the beach gettin’ high as fuck bro.
