Higher Learning
Somebody call the weed man
Im tryna get high
Woke up in the fits [?], damn sun in my face
Racks on my jeans, gun still on my waist
And I aint leaving shit in my cup, thats such a waste
You know Im sipping on that straight like that oh, what a a taste!
Tip the valet 100 dollars to stunt
Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front
This passed out thing beside me, I barely know her
But you can just imagine the shit Im bout to show her
Snow way, them streets too cold
Expectations out of this world, Im thinking solar
Thats why I do it for that Kalamazoo
And then NOLA, cause thats what happens
When you learn to mix it with that soda
I need some weed now
Somebody call the weed man
Im tryna get high
I wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up
Motivating factors that Im liver than most
I boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing
Put some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame
Maintain my fame, get you new pictures
Just to put in your frame
We in the hood blowing kush with The Game
Foot in the cane, walking just like Im an Indian chief
With no beef, real brief, with a wreath
You may think its a leaf!
With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth
When you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat!
Its ok, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip
With a fit on Crip, dont trip
I need some weed now
Somebody call the weed man
Im tryna get high
The coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop
But now Im fresh out and you know it dont
stop
So please man, somebody call the weed man
Id call mine, but hes been low on herb even
Im fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had
Much mota, many different kinds in the bag
I fell hard for the funk, I cant fake the love
I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs
If its weed, then Im with it
You got a paper? Then twist it? Got a bowl? Fill it?
Got a blunt?
Let me split it down the gut
But shit for what? Cause aint no green on the scene
Man, what the fuck?
I need some weed now
Somebody call the weed man
Im tryna get high