From High Times Cannabis Cup judging the red
Carpet parties in New Orleans for my homecoming
Bring your own buds in for test inspection
'Fore access is granted to my section
My diesel East Coast, my kush is Western Conference
Chronic, nothing but bombest for
The elitest of rhymers and beat designers
You smell these trees leaking through your equalizers
A boss on them raws though I started with them EZ Widers
OG Daytons nigga not them eagle wires
A couple niggas from the old block mad
So when I visit I park my lo-lo in the grass
To keep an eye out, smoking one for the homie on the mural
As I ride past. If I was drinking, I'd have poured some wine out
Not your frank Amy Winehouse
Candy paint on my skybox, tell a square bitch "watch out!"
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The reeferlution will be televised
We getting money now
The reeferlution will be televised
The new-school coupe just left the paint booth
Got me stepping like a nupe, barking like a Que
G'd up music, we spark a barbecue
Got a '70 Carlo named after daughter too
Excellent Wolverine blue, you can see the water too
Oak wood turning, know what we burning..
Absolutely, baby! International Jones, jet life
I ? and the ?
Paper plates and I (?)
You were smoking with ? what do I sacrifice
Paint job fine as the hair on a frog's back
The green you bringing better glow or stank or we don't want that
Get My leaders from Houston
Monsta Beatz on the heat that we using
My engine sounds like it's been juicin'
Chick bad my stick, I'm shooting
Spitta Andretti, what we call it? Reefer
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written by Franklin, Shante / Fitch, John A / Harleaux, Daryl Anthony / Jones, Richard
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