I Love Weed

[Intro: Dizzy Wright] Uh, I'm doing this because I know I can Uh [Hook x2] I love weed, weed, weed, weed Weed I do adore I got my Wiz Khalifa paper with some bomb from my neighbors I'm high I hope you high off yours (Hold up) [Verse 1: Dizzy Wright] (Inhale this) and relax your mind Grind all of your weed and recline it's about that time Black hippy like a Top Dawg Hot boxing the hot wheels just me and 1 no it's not hot sauce I'm feeling good how 'bout you my nigga? If you ain't trying to go up then you need to move, my nigga And I ain't trying to be rude but shit we trying to get high And you fucking up my groove See, see I be on my own shit, most of the time Smoking by my lonely, really trying to ease my mind Reclining in my caddy, probably bumping Soul Searchin' You say I smoke too much well motherfucker whats your purpose Uh, Don't get me out of my character I'm about to hit this Badu like Erykah Black america, I be the one to smoke Obama out Get the munchies and we at yo' mama house [Hook x2] I love weed, weed, weed, weed Weed I do adore I got my Wiz Khalifa paper with some bomb from my neighbors I'm high I hope you high off yours (Hold up) [Verse 2: Dizzy Wright] Uh, You can try to say it slow you down But basically I'mma tell you, you can suck a dick Cus I been smoking this weed it be like mission complete Keep it G my team is still running shit Las Vegas with some growers Trying to stay strong still searching for some closure It ain't over til' it's over I'm a Jehova soldier, I just happen to be a smoker Fuck face, I'm rolling something thats plus size I hit the doobie not woozy nigga I'm dumb high So come by my high will keep you far away In other words my range is Tim Hardaway Your little blunts do not scare us The way I smoke, I'm Snoop Dogg with a hair cut But don't compare us I am the D-I-Z So when you speaking to me Let the motherfuckers know... [Hook x2] I love weed, weed, weed, weed Weed I do adore I got my Wiz Khalifa paper with some bomb from my neighbors I'm high I hope you high off yours (Hold up) Verse 3 Cool tank on E, but I got three I'mma bring the Swishers, and I'll provide the weed Slide in, lookin' like the greatest Shout out to my nigga Diz, cause it's lookin like he made it Young niggas grinding, trying to stay above the haters Told em keep going hard cause I feel like it's contagious And we smoke proper we keep the weed partner Rolled up in broke the blunt Had to see the weed doctor I ain't Wiz Khalifa But I be high though Blowing windy city smoking on Chicago We be motivated to get it Cargos, polo laid back with a fitted Low key cause too many can't understand How someone born with nothing can Crawl out the sand Give it all he can Be his own man I sit and reminisce with this blunt in my hand So fuck your opinion, just keep the tree spinnin' And go and get atrophy, cause nigga we winning Tell Breeze get some bad bitches Let him come up in the booth and do some ad libbing Hey I kill tracks I'm ill, I'm a chill cat The rhythm you feel that we some bad niggas Uhh I swear trees keep my mind right Cause tryin to go against the world is a long fight Long nights in the studio grinding Working double shifts forget about the timing Shit, trying to be great and stay above hate I'm happy all I gotta do is puff to escape And my cool shit you know what I need Roll up cause I love weed