Lyrics

[Chorus: EZ Mac] So crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed Crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed Crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze (Can you bump that beat a little more, just in my headphones and shit? Yeah) Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed (Ha) I'm tryna get blazed (They know how I like it; Get blazed) I'm tryna get blazed [Verse 1: EZ Mac] Now can you please crack a Dutchie? You're rollin' with some haze I'm high and nommin', and I'm tryna get blazed Then after that, takе me down to Mickey D's 7-Elevеn, please, I want that tree with seven leaves I wanna marry marijuana ganja, death until it's part A lot of blunts is sparked, a spliff I lit, and take off like a charter Now my conflict is smokin' too much chronic Sippin' gin and tonic 'til my body isn't conscious (Yeah) L after L, we stay rollin' like Sonic With Hpnotiq, this hip-hop shit's still got it Grab a Dutch and I proceed to break some tree The only thing we roll in Phillies is a steak and cheese, yeah Gettin' high like we paid to be, THC Mixin' up my ABCs with trees like they was gave to me This weed emancipates myself from mental slavery (Haha) God, it's who I pray to be [Chorus: EZ Mac & Beedie] So crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed Crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed Crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze (Uh, yeah) Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed (Tryna get blazed; Yeah) Ha, I'm tryna get blazed (Blazed; Ayo, ayo, man, roll that shit up) I'm tryna get blazed (Yo) [Verse 2: Beedie] Ayo, Mac, you need to pass me the tree (Yeah) You see the line downstairs? Man, they askin' for me (What?) For bags of weed, these fiends better have the cash to pay, yeah I'm savin' what you crave, you want a favor for a favor (There you go) We smoke so much that only thirty blunts phase us Call me Baskin-Robbins with my thirty-one flavors I hustle hard so I don't worry 'bout my papers (Nah) Underneath the sun where the dirty ones raised us Get back to me if you was lookin' for a sack of weed Then take me to the sky, I'm high and lookin' like a factory We rappin' skeed, you would think I was Japanese Keep a fresh pack of blunts to crack and wrap into trees We Mac and Beez (Look), with Mac in the backseat Playin' hooky, shit, he ain't been to class since last week (Last week, yo) And that's me, higher than the bird floatin' by (By) So when you see me, you should know I'm high (High) So watch me [Chorus: EZ Mac & Beedie] Crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed Crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed Crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed Ha, I'm tryna get blazed (Get blazed) I'm tryna get blazed [Outro: Beedie] Yeah, man You know we do it in Pittsburgh, man Blunt after blunts Fuck, The Ill Spoken Beedie and EZ Mac, fuckers 4 Holla Smoked out, yeah We got far