Let's Get High (420 Anthem) (ft. Travis Barker / Black Nicc)

Do you, wanna

Smoke with me tonight

I just wanna smoke

Let’s get high, put it in the air

‘Scuse me, may I have a match or light

I just wanna smoke, let’s get high

I’m on cloud 9 smokin’ on the good green

It aint’ no secret now you can smell the reefer now

And I’m higher than a mutha fucker 365 I’m higher than a muthafucka

O.g, granddaddy what’s the newest name?

Do purple kush and indo still smoke the same?

Do you like it in a bong, paper or a blunt,

Cuz I get high on bongs paper and blunts

But not the flavored ones only like originals

Swisher sweet or backwoods, or I smoke originals

White papers zig zags for the chronic smoke

And if you can’t grow, shit you just wait to smoke

Let’s get high do you have a match or a lighter?

Newborn cali weed boy and its fire

Strike a lighter lets get high put it in the air

Its 4: 20 everywhere with the chronic in the air

Do you wanna smoke with me

Do you wanna choke with me?

Do you got that indo smoke? Well you could loke with me

Renew, revitalize, rejuvenate, accountability

Stability, bomb tranquility,

You trippin’ cause I’m usin’ big words

Mixin’ words verbs, pronouns and herbs

We heading back to the ghetto now

Just bought a cadillac ey you got a 20 sac?

Let me get a couple what you do for 300?

Yeah I got some zig zags can you put some trees on it?

Hm, so I can get a piece of mind in this

Cold cold world that’s hard to define

And uh it’s a miracle but smoking weed is spiritual

We all need high learning so I keep the fire burning

Heeeey now you know, inhale exhale with my flow

So roll antother blunt

I killed my high tryin’ go

Nigga played a smoka- a lot

So they call me broken stove

Since a tiny g I been off the reefer leaf

Choking off the sess weed

Now its kusha keef

That light green is some good green

But that dark is the creeper, ya boy know its reefer

Roll it in a zig zag fat like your finger

And be careful with it, ya boy blow ether

The marijuana will keep your eyes low

And make you lean in your seat, glide in your ‘64

I'm so cool plus high in the ’64, I'm old school

White paper wrapped around the smoke

I just wanna smoke

Somebody roll a blunt,

Somebody fill the bong, somebody roll a joint,

Strike a lighter lets get high put it in the air

It’s 4: 20 everywhere with chronic in the air