Ab-Soul - Money Team lyrics

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Don't get too excited... My last pack was courtesy of B-Real from Cypress Hill Jet fuel, OG, and it's d**h to k** Bet I got some weed - Puffy, that's my n***a We puffin backwoods back to back, back to back Back to back, back to back, I'm a chiropractor, n***a So high but I'm solo, the horseman on my Polo's... H-O-C, but you don't know, though, I'm just a high n***a So when you walk by don't say "hi," n***a, don't! Roll up some more of that Money Team (I know you've got some more of that) Rollin' to the Chronic, smokin' chronic, all we need's a low-low Picked up an ounce from Fountain out in day, it's so astounding I was on the ground, looked down, now I'm on a mountain If fair is fair, my strand is rare, I don't know where I grow, though Rollin' up an ozone of this Bubba, f**in' up the ozone My third I wink at you, you blink, and "poof!" Like "where he go though? he ain't even leave the... " [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] Riiiiiight I knew today would be a great day I'm a f**in' buddha-head, I don't take vacays Young High-Grade, I'm always in a great space Coughin' up a lung on that KK (kush) I'm a Harlem n***a, every day's payday Burn it down, vacate - I'm all about that pastry Man, like I'm marketing Rev Run's daughters But I'm talkin' 'bout the green with the dead prez' on 'em (hold up) And speaking of green, hope you got yours Cause I'm a fiend and it's personal, parties, f**in' with me (true story) Hold on to that - you might not get it back It's all good, though - I'm 'bout to roll another bat I hit the Bay and got some great wax When they talkin' 'bout loud, I don't hear that I'm smokin' dope in front of dope on Fairfax Jet Life n***a, these Lear raps DZA [Verse 3: Da$H] Dope burner - layin' a smoke sermon As the composer close the curtain I sit back and tell myself that it was all worth it Earth'll morph an ocean, grown surface Matter of fact, f** that, don't get excited - It's just another motherf**in' rap song about weed So sit back, shut the f** up, roll your weed Tell your older sister get the money ready I need a half ounce later I'm running out... not really, though It's show time, but it ain't your time Eat a dick...