Numbers

Usually, I make a weed song

So it goes, a weed song

Usually, I make a weed song

So it goes, a weed song

Forty-one, forty-two

Forty-three, forty-four

Forty-five

Forty-six, forty-seven

Forty-eight, forty-nine (it's time to get high)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And I'm smokin' all day

Ain't no weed left in my tray

I know that my eyes glazed, I grow so I don't pay

Pick up the pace, up the smoke to the face

And you know it's the bomb, you can tell by the taste

I hold them records, my niggas keep blowin' that smoke in my section

Your parents might hope you don't go this direction

Got hella connections

Been a professional, roll up and then I smoke

Forty-one, forty-two

Forty-three, forty-four

Forty-five

Forty-six, forty-seven

Forty-eight, forty-nine

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

She wanna smoke with a real king, she don't know how to blow rings

These joints ain't petite, a pound in a week

Please don't get no ash on my seat

This strong, not weak, the Cookies store where's your receipt?

I'm hungry, think I need to eat

We ride down the street, the smell is unique

This kush got me geek'd, let's go hit the beach

And call up some freaks, they comin' through, we gon' smoke

Forty-one, forty-two

Forty-three, forty-four

Forty-five

Forty-six, forty-seven

Forty-eight, forty-nine

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Break out the bag, I'ma give you some love

Roll up a joint, I'ma give you some love

Come to my crib, I'ma give you some love

Jump to my car, I'ma give you some love

Come to the studio, give you some love

Come to your spot, I give you some love

Come backstage, I give you some love

You ever see me, I give you some love

We rollin' up

Forty-one, forty-two

Forty-three, forty-four

Forty-five

Forty-six, forty-seven

Forty-eight, forty-nine

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah