Tommy Chong
Scratch it up
Get the papers, roll it up,
Spark it up, light it up...
Inhale, exhale.
Word. A-V-E-N
C-O-T-S. Mr. Cream. What?
Check, uh, uh.
There's a last blunt
Nigga imma roll it now
There's a last blunt
Nigga imma roll it now
There is rain there's sun
Like dead prez (uh)
There's cheeba cheeba
For the pot heads (yo)
There's reality
And people in a dream
Like you got the cake
But you missing the cream (uh)
Roll a few
When you listen to this rap show
And feel the jam
When I bussa bussa flow (yo)
Cuz you don't know
When I come with A-V-N
Rolling up at CNN like the shit
Know what I'm saying?
Yeah
I'm from the stars G
I'm higher than a kite (uh)
One or two or three am
Go down and grab a bite
I told myself
Roll another I said aight (mmm)
That's the description
Of my morning day and night (yeah)
I love the green
And I had to tell the world
That I'm loyal to this scene
And the one and only girl (yes)
Mary Jane state of mind
With a smile
Always the best times
There's a last blunt
Nigga imma roll it now
There's a last blunt
Nigga imma roll it now
There's a last blunt
Nigga imma roll it now
There's a last blunt
Nigga imma roll it now
And I'm out.
Writer/s: Mateo Valencia Correa
