Smoke DZA - Marley and Me (Remix) lyrics

Chorus: All my smokers get high with me, just all you need Is smoking on the Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!) And smoke and ride with me Now salute While you puff 'til your eyes get low Now salute To all my potheads around the world (Smoke DZA) I roll up something; yeah, I don't f** with the drink Would have wrote this verse down, but I'm too high to think Pupils is pink Like my n***a Spitta, I'm too fly to sink Devin, light the stink Let's go; I'll smoke a zone playing P3 My n***a Shiest got that E.T., Got a n***a sleepy Yeah I used to coast down posts Lookin' real nonchalant This sale, off the Audemar You go to coppin', only ordered one! I go to coppin', and they throw me some It's like that This for my piss-test failures who won't leave it alone Shoutout to Ricky Williams and Pacman Jones (Chorus) (Devin The Dude) Even before I get my pad and my pen I must have my weed, I grab my bag, then dig in Mix my sh** together so that it's all different kinds of flavors They think I'm baking pies to distribute to the neighbors No I'm smoking weed, that tastes like...[long, deep hit, goofy laugh]...kinda cake-like Bud is getting better, but the price is starting To skyrocket, so I went and bought an Aerogarden So I can get high, smoke big, and break even No longer have to wait for harvest season For strictly smoking, why do I have to push Sitting back with a fat sack of pineapple kush I wish a motherf**er would try to take my weed So I take it and I stash the sh**, so no one can see Then I make it safe throughout the room, and equalize it Every day I'm smoking weed, I'm hoping soon they'll legalize it (Chorus) (Curren$y) The bud brownies that I ate just kicking in... I got my Jordan Number Eights, black, aqua, and grape These n***as try'na duplicate the Pilot DNA Copycats see the big dog comin' and run away b**hes fall through at the crib and can't get up, they want to stay I got your old lady in my '88 Z-28 Haze got her dazed, she's stuck, she don't know what to say I have the best week ever every seven days In the magazine pictures, so high I might fly off the page Rap, smoke, fly, drive; do it all with grace For the Kush, I got a jones like Grace I call my house first, cause first is my place, yeah (Chorus) (Asher Roth) Smoke fills the room, as soon as I put my two boat shoes in Then I'm floating in slow motion Know my M.O Always roll with homegrown, same color as Leno It's Widow white, yeah, my eyes low as pebbles Get in the zone, you know I flow in it forever There's never No effort Forget it The memory's been severed Why take the shaky sh** when I can give it to you fresher? Yessir, that's Asher, chillin' in a sweatshirt Smoking on some sh** that they be giving to the lepers Nevertheless, I'm an open-mind accepter Respecter of the cess, yes, collector of the best herb I smoke weed, no need to give a lecture Still can't believe it's illegal, for the record The way I see it, it makes me think better Sinks in deep, and makes me think that I'll Release the feet beneath of me and let the weed speak to me Hear it in the beat, I see it leakin' from the frequency And frequently, a freak like me Figures out the secrecy Feels the need to plant the seed in each and every human being Cocaine and E will only take away your decency Caffeine and nicotine secretly can weaken me Can't you see, the key ingredient'd be the THC? [Puff] Sativa's all you need... (Chorus)