The incense in the window while she foldin´ our clothes (Huh) And though life will have its issues, there would never be a problem with the weed She told me "Son, don´t worry, don´t you have no shame (Huh) There´s gonna be frustration in this white man´s game And they´re gonna have us tied up once it´s legalized (Igh) Because it is a tree" (Ooh, yup)
My mama had to work (Igh, huh) My mama had to birth (Two kids) My mama drove to church and ironed shirts and kept a smirk (Yeah, yeah) And I think my mama must´ve worked that saltine at the factor´, why?
She came home cryin´, said, "I´m tired of these crackers" (Igh) I roll up for pretty girls that´s on their grind, gettin´ paid (Huh) I roll up for women who life wasn´t no crystal staircase (Igh, huh) And I roll up for any my niggas that´s stuck in that jam Torn from their family, hustlin´ grams We love you, we smokin´ on big Uncle Sam Dispensary weed is a government scam My cousin my weed man, the plug is my mans My whole life look like I been rubbin´ a lamp (Skrrt) The blunt like I rolled up a rug in my hand Stop, look, duck in my hand (Hm) If it ain´t a buck in my hand Fist full of bullets, I´m flippin´ a bird, it´s a plane, it´s a don´t-give-a-fuck in my hand (Brrt)
If we roll up, we flame up (Huh) Yes, we flame up If we pull up, ain´t no change up Don´t play with our money, it´s dangerous Ain´t no more sharecroppin´, this for my mama, I promise I´m fuckin´ the game up (Huh) This for my ladies that´s makin´ it happen, you ready? I´m ready to flame up
My mama used to always keep a lil´ bit of ´dro The incense in the window while she foldin´ our clothes And though life will have its issues, there would never be a problem with the weed She told me "Son, don´t worry, don´t you have no shame There´s gonna be frustration in this white man´s game
And they´re gonna have us tied up once it´s legalized because it is a tree"
Like my girls like weed, homegrown Angie get stoned, Cheech Ch-chong All the casa negros gone Fuck it, get stoned Craig & Smokey (Ee) Angie get stoned (Ee) Angie get stoned (Ee) Angie get stoned (Ee) Angie get stoned
Uh, my mama had to work, yeah, my step-daddy had the work Don´t expect me to pass the purp´, ´cause Pastor Purp ain´t at this church
So God forgive me, God forgive me, holy smokes like religion I be smokin´ like an engine, can´t play poker like syringes Blow a pound like I´m Jenny Craig, I´m cold as Winnipeg When me and Chance smokin´ them plants, we turn to Bill and Ted All my weed be strictly meds, my blunt be thick as legs Yellow Percocets, white Percocets, look like grits and eggs Smoke a blunt for Chi´raq, catch a contact I don´t know where my eyes at, they on her thigh tat´ I´m sorry, I got side-tracked, but I´ma hit you with a side bar You could pull up in a fly car, I´ma pull off in a flyin´ car
That´s cap if they say we cap, I crack they freakin´ knee-caps And Chance gave me a three cap, to cover up all these naps A dreadlock Rasta, bandana red like pasta I steal a nigga bitch, like a Mazda
My mama used to always keep a lil´ bit of ´dro (Lil´ bit of ´dro) The incense in the window while she foldin´ our clothes (Foldin´ our clothes) And though life will have its issues, there would never be a problem with the weed (A problem with the weed) She told me "Son, don´t worry, don´t you have no shame There´s gonna be frustration in this white man´s game
And they´re gonna have us tied up once it´s legalized because it is a tree"
Like my girls like weed, homegrown Angie get stoned, Cheech Ch-chong All the casa negros, gone Fuck it, get stoned Craig and Smokey
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