Roll It, Light It

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We came here to get you high Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it
 Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it) Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it
 Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it) Roll it, roll it
 Wanna hit of that fat sack
 Betta come with the fat stack
 Or ya might get rat packed
 Blow smoke in ya face
 When I'm in the place
 Feel the bass go shakin' that ass, Jack
 Got the club jumpin' off
 Whatcha poppin' on
 When I pump the song, get a crew cuz
 Get on the floor when we come in the door
 Lemme show you how we do
 Yeah we go for the gusto
 Made a call to Rusko
 Make ya feelin' that rush, So
 Hit that spliff and blaze that blunt
 Don't look at me funny
 I'll say what I want
 Don't ask for the cash back
 Cuz a spark make a flash-back
 Your rep, I'll trash that
 Gonna blaze with my hash [?]
 Watch these scary bitches
 Call Hazmat!
 Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it) Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it
 Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it) Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it
 Whenever we roll
 Whenever we load a bowl
 People crowd around
 We take control
 It's impossible
 With the weed I hold
 For you not to get down
 What you hear in the first place
 You came to the worst place
 I'm high gonna surface
 If you don't what that green
 Split the scene or state your purpose
 We don't want no fat butt
 You wanna see us get fed up
 We don't fall for the set up, get up
 Look at you now
 You about to go head-up
 My flow got sped up
 You hos got wet-up
 Good luck tryin'a get up, met up
 Take a hit and feel this shit
 Don't drink from the red cup
 We still on the come-up
 And we come with our guns up
 And this ain't about dumb luck
 Got my hands on a [?]
 Like [?] like a dump truck
 Hear the crowd get loud when you about to hit the stage
 Shut 'em down, get 'em pumped up
 It's the smokin' section in both directions
 Everybody 'bout to get fucked up
 What I got in my sack gonna blow ya hair back
 So you betta not touch!
 What I say "that shit", know I mean "that shit"
 Others might play games, but not us
 It goes pack your bowls, light your blunts
 Let's get high, get fucked up
 Lost your stash, that's your ass
 Go and buy another bag
 Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it) Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it
 Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it) Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it
 

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Duration
03:06
Key
6
Tempo
140 BPM

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