Lyrics:

I wanna talk to Samson (Yuh)
I dont need no financing (Uh-Uh)
Just handing him a dufflebag
Fullof the bandsthen (Wha?)
Bouncing with 1,000 grams
I'm theCannabis Champion (Uh-Huh)
Handling my business in pursuit of the Benja-mins_(Blue_strips)
I_been spittin' sick_as influenza (Too_sick)
Flowin' like an estuary over instrumentals (Tru)
Apparently Im hearin we already very influential (Tru)
THC (Tee Head) Legendary like
Olmec's head on hidden temple
Trained to go, if I get the signal (Ya dig)
Flip the switch and kick ya door in before thinkin (Or blinkin')
Run up in ya crib like Leroy Jenkins (Leee-roy Jenkins)
Crash dummy shit, done did it as an ignorant kid (Dun dun)
But I learned from it ya dig
Been focusing on hustling, double up once again we (Ante up)
Re-up on the Gas Pack, loud as a Banshee (That's whats up)
Pass the blunt around and blow it down with the family (Family)
Max volume sound good as a Grammy (Damnit)
Dab strong too, hit the Wax, its damaging (Broke)
My lungs, I can feel it in my chest expanding (Oh)
I don't give a fuck (No) I just wanna talk to Samson(I'm sayin')
Understand, Im the best Shatter Dabber (Copy that)
You jits copy us because yall are nothin'
But some lil Swagger Jackers (Copycat)
Lack originality, automatically wack as fuck
A bunch of dumb dumbs, Backpacker Rappers (Lonely)
Im about to lay the smack down on they Candy Asses
If I have to I could grab the ratchet
Cock it back n clap em'
Stretch a motha fucka out like an ABBA-Zabba

Abba-Zabba, you my only friend


Stoned in class
Stoned at work
Stoned at home
Stoned in church
Stoned on my bike
Stoned in the car
Stoned in the club
Stoned at the bar
Stoned out front
Stoned in the back
Stoned just chilling
Stoned to relax
Stoned all morning
Stoned all evening
Smoke weed every day
I dont need a reason


Swisha Suites shit
Room 420
Ay, ay, ay

...right near the beach, Boi!