Rapper Weed

Lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] Yeah, Jets, put a 'X' in the middle Ruby Hornet, dot com Everything I drop is the bomb, yeah [Verse 1: Curren$y] Found my morning in the bottom of a bottle of Don Perignon and Weed and toothpaste on her breath as she stretch and yawnin My Polo pillowcase has got her eyeliner on it I'm high at the moment and everyone came before it I know a pretty LA girl who licensed to grow it Sent to me from a dispensary Jets in the club, fool, it ain't a mystery Middle of July, Spitta lighting up Christmas tree Supervillain style, disappearin in a smokescreen Really a good guy, you'll see if you get close to me We so slanted eyed, people thinkin we both Chinese Probably woulda never said nothin, glad that she came and spoke to me Woulda missed out on somethin that was good so appropritaely Destination the moon, that's if you tryna go wit me You a fly girl, so I'll put you where you supposed to be [Chorus: Curren$y] Yeah, now where we goin, baby? Got my windows down, sun roof open, baby I ain't stingy with my trees, you can keep on rolling, baby This that rapper weed though, be careful how you smoke it, baby, yeah I told ya, now ya chokin' baby Got it from my partner he stay out there in East Oakland, baby I ain't stingy with my trees, you can keep on rolling, baby This that rapper weed though, be careful how ya smoke it, baby [Verse 2: Curren$y] Purple hazed and confused The girls like Spitta, he always in the mood Pothead, might be too high to come and scoop But if you get a ride to my place, a second I will not waste Put my hands on yo waist, though yo face pretty We gon have to put it in a pillow for me to get busy Hurt for a minute, deal wit it, you'll like it I'll roll that pain killer medicinal, when we finished we'll light it Call ya girlfriend, tell her in bed, I'm a animal MacGyver smoker, I build a bong out a cantelope Bose system playin' Copa Cabana by Barry Manilow The captain of the Jets, bitch where can't I go? Burn it down til it ain't no mo Unlimited stock so that stoppin ain't gon happen no Roll another one and letcha keep it, smoke and reminisce About the bomb ass rapper, and his bomb ass reefer [Chorus: Curren$y] Yeah, now where we goin baby? Got my windows down, sun roof open, baby I ain't stingy with my trees, you can keep on rolling, baby This that rapper weed though, be careful how you smoke it, baby Yeah, I told ya, now ya choking, baby Got it from my partner he stay out there in East Oakland, baby I ain't stingy with my trees, you can keep on rolling, baby This that rapper weed though, be careful how ya smoke it, baby [Outro: Curren$y] Jets, nigga, now where haven't we They look up to the Jets, nigga, now where haven't we They look up to the Jets, nigga, now where haven't we Fuck boys wondering if they bitch next And she is