Pure lyrics

[Hook]

You gotta know you break it down and roll one

We like to smoke it for the medication

Unwind and just smoke one, it’s the perfect kind of meditation

It’s the perfect kind of meditation

It’s the perfect kind of meditation

[Verse 1]

If you’re smoking on it don’t forget to pass man

This that Kush we call it California Grass man

If I'm smoking on it, don't got sticks or seeds man

Get so high, I get so high you won’t believe man

I be smoking all the time they call me ganja man

And this don’t come from the store it’s from the weedman

Roll it up don’t give a fuck about police man

Burn a pound look like we’re gonna need a fireman

Thought I had a problem, went to see the preacher man

Said “Ain’t nothing wrong you been smoking gas man”

Even used to get in trouble with the teacher man

He said “Next time you come to school high be the last man”

I be teaching bitches how to clear the bong man

All these plants you would think I was a farmer man

Eyes low, blowing smoke, need a driver man

Even though it’s against the rules, let me smoke man

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[Verse 2]

Give a fuck ‘bout what you heard I’m from the ‘Burgh man

I be smoking hella grass like I’m Bob man

I be rolling hella weed up to his songs man

I be chiefing all day like Cheech and Chong man

I be smoking even though you think it’s wrong man

I be hoping that my locks is getting long man

Even went really hard with the wax man

Fuck it , every now and then I take a dab man

I ain’t there ‘less they let Khalifa roll man

If you can’t roll a joint then use a cone man

Smoke so much you would think I was an island man

Told them “Don’t need to knock it ‘til you try it man”

Got so much OG Kush I could pile it man

On the boat I get high like a pilot man

Learn the rules, check the pack, ‘fore you buy it man

Roll it up, light it up, that’s that fire man

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