Lit Like A Stick

[Chorus] Lit like a stick Rolling blunts we be burning Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning Lit like a stick Rolling blunts we be burning Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning [Verse 1: The Kid] Roll it up, spark it up Take a hit or two Puff and pass with my n--ga Zoo Doing what we do Looking back to the seventh grade Where I took my first rip And it took me to a place Where I was on a trip Where I was lit Where I was chiefing, smoking, blowing, toking Eyes wide open, I was chosen by the gods Bangers like you ride I slap you with the knob And then you mob, just to chief the smoke But, it's funny how these n--gas stay broke But, they have enough money to buy weed and smoke Until they choke and crow I'm so stoked But my mind be feeding on the trees that I be digging on Meaning, feeding all the trees that I be on [Chorus] Lit like a stick Rolling blunts we be burning Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning Lit like a stick Rolling blunts we be burning Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning [Verse 2: Nonames] I'm lyrically capable Strong enough to any opponent, the trees My Dickies creased, you cease to exist Soon as I spit on my weed Poting, we gigantic Acid, you n--gas smidgen Can't fake it, I'd rather spark it and see if they could listen My class dripping Trigger happy, acting as if The last shoe was freaky, fantastic Get the work outlike we were savage Cold war, n--ga for the hole Down, n--ga Vacaville Paint it up with daffodils Rather chill, sack a Jill For the S-T, R and the E-S, S for the weekend 'Til the morning to the evenings Eating like I'm feeding for some new chance Spark another one for the emcees and the cool kids Stupid [Chorus] Lit like a stick Rolling blunts we be burning Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning Lit like a stick Rolling blunts we be burning Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning [Verse 3: Gardeezy] Ready to rock the mic Before I do that Ignite a blunt, so I can feel alright Some nights, some type, on a different type of level Feel a different type of mellow Stuff my weed in cigarillos Menos umo in mi grupo, pero yo no me preocupo Porque, that's more tree for me Yo no te escucho, 'cuz this weed is fucking loud Bouncing high up on the cloud Hearing things I never heard, or so it sounds It might seem crazy, but I'm loving you, baby From the stem up to the top of your head You got me hazy, feeling lazy But, it's all gravy, baby 'Cuz I'm down to spend the rest of my life with you Never a maybe [Chorus] Lit like a stick Rolling blunts we be burning Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning Lit like a stick Rolling blunts we be burning Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning [Verse 4: HideandSeekZoo] Ay yo, I'm rolling up the trees Smoking blunts to the maximum You know I got fire, or enough to come and match your blunt Using pocket change to buy a swisher, and split it Rolling up and then I hit it Mary Jane, I stay committed Motherfucker, why try? Mother, I lie Mother, I'm high You can look into my eyes, and soon you'll realize This motherfucker's high, and it's funny You know I hit the blunt, like that bitch got my money I spit, hot bars And I hotbox the cop's car Music fully blasting at the house, you better knock hard We can't hear you, plus we rolling up the J's It's the HideandSeekZoo and you know that I stay- [Chorus] Lit like a stick Rolling blunts we be burning Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning Lit like a stick Rolling blunts we be burning Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning [Verse 5: Bola] I'm so faded, X-rated, and elevated Off the herb that God created Puffing on this god's gift My n--ga it's not a myth How I be making blunts disappear like a magic trick I'm lifted, I'm in another dimension But, still I'm twisting another spliff 'Cuz this shit don't quit I'm lit like a stick Taking trips, back and forth to cop a swish Roll it up and then I take a toke Feel it in my lung and throat Strictly fucking with the rope Never fucking with these hoes Getting dough is all I know, 'til a n--ga gotta go And for those who don't know, My name is Bola And I go My nigga, Cesar, pass the dope [Chorus] Lit like a stick Rolling blunts we be burning Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning Lit like a stick Rolling blunts we be burning Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning