Roll Big

Ok we live in Humboldt county and were smoking marijuana Smoke more than Bill Clinton, smoke more than Osama Were smoking like a Rasta, we king like mufasa The weed's getting richer, gonna getcha than a gotcha Potluck is rockin ya, smashing like a monster truck We smashin inside your truck, ready to roll the fattest blunt Mrs. Mary got me over plenty so I rhyme My clock is broken, it's 420 all the time So come and smoke the bestest bomb with me Humboldt county got freshest marijuana trees You'll never leave please believe it's not a joke We got a lot of pot to smoke, this is the realist shit I ever wrote Sometimes I hit the bong, sometimes I write a song Sometimes I do it both till my sack of weed is gone We the bomb and I'm a roll a blunt 6 inches long To which is why I'm getting high till my vision's gone Move along officer I got that? I do my thing and legally I puff and drink Keep it clean with a dream I've been smoking since an early teen up in the scene You know what I mean Make a pound of weed disappear Ain't got no Looks like they keep it hot in here Don't be scared, Mary Jane for a beer, any day of in a year I'm coughin out my lungs, smoke comin out my ear Cause we roll big, roll big But if you got a little bit just roll big, roll big Rollin up the bud and you know this, know this Don't give a f*ck The kings and potluck are here to smoke the room up All though a lot of people think that I'm crazy Johnny richter I live my life, when go I'll be blazin One of the biggest ganja head of weed smokers No bud smokers only I'm a till the death toker Playing video games and eating snacks Fridge packed of what I need just got everything Just go ahead and pass that muthaf*cka! Munchies I be killin My cabin is filled from the ground all the way to the ceiling If you didn't bring an ounce Then you might just go ahead and bounce The kings and potluck got no time to play around This is business baby don't take it personal Were makin major moves while your tryin make commercial Suburban noize keep it goin ain't gonna stop our sound We world wide taken over every underground Kmk and kingspade keep it reppin strong Daddy x, potluck, and richter, man pass that bong! We all get toked back Fat sacks keep popping out the backpacks Were rollin baby On chronic blast It's extra X on that bet that was built to last Connect California cannabis to the map I hit and pass and we laugh in potluck's pad From the red woods to the Tijuana flats We keep them fat joints burning up good and fast I feel that I was Crystal clear Ganja leaves keep stinkin the atmosphere Never fear when I'm tryin to ride by your side See the police you don't even have to run and hide Under an ounce you ain't even goin for a ride I love this place like the smoke comin out my pipe Wheres the lighter were getting higher than high tonight Kottonmouth, potluck the recipe is right, the shit's tight