Cannabis And Cantaloupe

(Intro) Check Big cloud Uh uh Big clouds Ch-check Big clouds Big cloud of smoke Uh I gotta Huge pouch of dope Uh I'm in a Giant field of hope I got my cannabi… I got my cannabis... I got my cannabis and cantaloupe Verse 1 Sweeet! Just scored a new strain Only bitch that ever kept me happy, Mary Jane Yeah ima stoner biiitch... You could smell the weed aroma all on my dick Just let me put the head in Get ya higher than heaven That pussy hotter than hell(hell) And its tighter than a cell(cell) Fell asleep in it Custy hit my cell (what's up) Said he need a zip She went and bust that sale She Weighed it wit her green eyes, she told me fuck a scale I am Feeling this bitch and it's all making sense...Brail She from Canada, made the grits with the canna butter Fried da fish in the hash oil Oohhh I Think I love her We get high off contact She a 10 Nigga...Dimesack! She Dipped my doobie in her cognac My life a movie, rewind that (2x's) So cinematically inclined Dead Presidents on my mind White paint on my face We gon rob the truck Then the bank We some wavy niggas all about the paper, point break (point break) I'm on my surfboard gettin wiped out by your babe I could Never- Let a- Johnny Utah- Try to infiltrate us You niggas is frauds Who the fuck signed your waivers If these niggas is gods, I'm sorry lord I'm atheist I'm in the field wit my team(my team) We da only niggasa I believe in This pouch of dope my only hope No faith in hoes, these bitches all cheating Hook (2x's) Big cloud of smoke,smoke,smoke Huge pouch of dope,dope,dope Giant field of hope,hope,hope Cannabis and cantaloupe... Verse 2 Life sweet (sweet) I'm high(high) high as shit(shit)... Cantaloupe and Cannabis (cot damn) I skeet skeet(skeet) Then it's bye-bye(bye bye)... (Haa!) Can't elope wit a wack biiitch! Im Married to the moola (money) She took me took to the Jew la (bling) My birthday in December I was born cool, she made me coola(coola) Chilled magnum bottle Of coco ciroc popped (2x's) Green crack in my Doobie, this that quality crop U talkin quantity, stop! We got Fields of the chronic Been in this shit bout 5 years,damn near iconic You gon always be a lil nigga,yo swag napoleonic You want an article in complex I need the cover of the Forbes If you ain't talkin big checks All ya calls get ignored And I don't fuck wit no broads Unless they gotta business card I ain't got no job,no I ain't got no job But I work this fuckin field Harder than u at yo 9-5 I don't punch no clock And I don't pay no taxes Motherfuck Chase bank, still keep da keep da money under da mattress I'm in the field wit my team, we da only niggasa I believe in This pouch of dope my only hope No faith in hoes, these bitches all…cheat! Hook (2x's) Big cloud of smoke,smoke,smoke Huge pouch of dope,dope,dope Giant field of hope,hope,hope Cannabis and cantaloupe...