Lyrics

Hop out the sack, grab my sack Clean out the seeds, get the EZ's Super seeds and MP's and in fact Sway start the day with a stupid fat J So hip hop hooray everybody let me get some First split fucks today, it's the best one I rise with the sun and I don't mean just wake up I get baked till my eyes get kicked up Break through the weed just like it was grass Break me off a nice big piece of black hash Reach for the stash cause you know what I want A supercalifragilisticexpialidocious stupid fat blunt Early in the morning, right before breakfast Smoker's fast, flip's fucked up, Buddha bless it It's the best thing to have a sip from This place 976 called Wake and Bake [Chorus] Late to bed means late to rise It's a wake and bake baby when I open my eyes Late to bed means late to rise It's a wake and bake baby when I open my eyes Rolling in with the stash, pockets full of cash Waking niggas up, I got some moves that ass Herbals in my pocket, blunts in my backpack Graphics on the table, second thought I think I like that Bloods through the bowl, oh shit man I forgot it Left the boom sack in my other pants pocket Waking up my DJ, the one that's moving smooth He always got the kill like Sherlock Holmes just got the blues Now I will assume that the ghost takes the fat raps Time it will elapse like winds make the blinds flap Windows wide open, big bong going Getting high as a kite, so mothafucka calling pal Al, like Kumo G, how you like me now? Living fat as hell, never live in style The point of no return after G gets his ass up If you need me call the grips, I'll be getting fucked up [Chorus] Late to bed means late to rise It's a wake and bake baby when I open my eyes Late to bed means late to rise It's a wake and bake baby when I open my eyes Blunts are my life and life is a blunt You can spit it wide open and smoke it, or homes you confront Well me I'm licking and baking, the government's faking Me wear the Nazi dress but I'm not a Jamaican Or Rastafarian, fuck Caesar and Babylon Cause I'm to hit this bar, nigga I'm gone Off this way fast so we can play some Sega Oh yo, here he comes, it's my number one nigga The alarm sounds, then I reach for my pound When I pick up the blunt, it's hard to put it down The northern lights keeps me high as kite Got a stupid fat collection of bronze bowls and pipes Plus I got stripes, this means I got rank [raped?] And here comes my nigga with the nitrous tank Now we can whip it like Debo, and still stand tall And make like a Weebo, and wobble but don't fall So what's up y'all I'll take the bowl like a supersonic Get a width on this [?] chronic [Chorus] Late to bed means late to rise It's a wake and bake baby when I open my eyes Late to bed means late to rise It's a wake and bake baby when I open my eyes Late to bed means late to rise It's a wake and bake baby when I open my eyes Late to bed means late to rise It's a wake and bake baby when I open my eyes