Fume Bomba!

All ready, yepp Northside, what it do? (Chyeah) Houston, what it do? Yall ain't smoking as good as us in Cali but its good [Chorus 1] We get the chips, buy a dutch Buy that green, couple buds Break it down, break it up (Kush! yeah) My nigga we smoke bomba We crack a swish roll it up Fire red lighters up, inhale and get high as fuck (Yeah, fly high) My nigga we smoke bomba [Verse 1] Mary Jane, I've been down with her whole family Brother hash crazy, don't fuck with her sister bammy Uncle Diesel almost got me thrown up in the slammy But of all the relatives think my favorite is Grandaddy Kush I'm down, he keep me on the up and up Problems I just blow away, so I ain't gotta suck em up See I don't drink, hopscotch, no getting drunk Throw a 20 sack in my blunt and call it the double dutch Walk in the function I find me a Miss apple-bum Then I'm asking her, orange you happy to see me? Ain't fruity ma but my banana long I carry round grapes show her the optimal no everything's peachy Ain't gotta say a whole lot to Mama Take her to the car and offer her a little ganja Before we fog up the window, go ahead and hit my endo Then we get this bitch looking like a sauna Nigga I smoke bomba [Chorus 2] We get the chips, buy a dutch Buy that green, couple buds Break it down, break it up (Break it up, break it up, break it up, yeah) Right, right My nigga we smoke bomba We crack a swish roll it up Fire red lighters up, inhale and get high as fuck Yeah, my nigga we smoke bomba [Verse 2] You fly sober, me and mines we fly higher Huff hundreds a life on our lighters Pull over my squadron, well get charged with arson Cuz everyone of us burn grass, wild fire Being on top of my game ain't shit too Especially when I ain't under anything but the influence [?], all day, hard work Get a hand full of weed, indeed yard work That's when I start theorizing, really I'm just rambling Wonder why it seems like my thoughts are so random Your question I'ma answer it, see I love my president But I do not fuck with N-O bammer One hit to the face your outer space, bet it Have you floating somewhere between the future and the present Oh you've been high, ever stood on top of heaven? Well we have, see fags Me and my niggas smoke bomba Chyeah (uh, uh) Me and my niggas smoke bomba Bomba