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[Chorus] Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up) We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up) We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, (Roll it up) ay, now pour it up, (Pour it up) ay We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, ay, now pour it up, ay We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Let's go [Verse 1: Young Wicked] Yeah, uh, I get high, and I get lit I done turned so far to fuck up, I might die off in this bitch All my homies got the weed, parties sponsored by the crew And I'm smokin' on that chronic like it's 1992 If you need some, go and ask them, I just hit the wax pen I won't do no bump unlеss it's off your woman's ass then I'm Escobar and I wreck 'em all with that еthanol in my system I load the bong, and I rip 'em all, and I smoke it all, get wicked [Verse 2: Rittz] Shit, I hit my pen so hard That it pissed me off 'cause I keep poppin' [?], poppin' [?] Wicked bright and sticky I got shots to pour With you surprised the shot I'm sure I'm knockin' whores on tour that I used to watch on porns Bitches' slobber got absorbed from the cotton on my boxer shorts I get more than hammered, feel [like god?] and got destroyed Phone is dead, I lost my cord, my nose is red, my nostrils sore I overslept, these hoes I met done crept up out the closet door [Sorta lezzing out and?] squirtin' like I shook the bottle, popped the cork Water sports like Lake Lanier in the park [all?] Georgia summer Sort of paranoid, I coulda woulda shoulda wanna [roll up?] Then I stood up lookin' shook All crooked, took her goodies [?] Shower [?] make a toast Wanna chase the ladies, taking baby goats Reminiscing days are over, now we're smokin' [?] [?] I took the shake and made my own At the roulette table [?] Vegas on me, roll it up, yeah [Chorus] Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up) We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up) We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, (Roll it up) ay, now pour it up, (Pour it up) ay We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, ay, now pour it up, ay We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Let's go [Verse 3: Jamie Madrox] Man, I'm so ducked, like text message fuck-up Hit the join and sip the cup up Let's get peeled for real like oranges and bananas do I'd rather laugh and get wasted than have an attitude Smoke the joint and smash a brew Couple shots, a few sips of Henny Feeling invincible like Bebop and Rocksteady But half as smart Heady nugs, petty thugs, kids say no to pills and drugs Let the Devil lead 'em like he always does [Verse 4: Monoxide] I said I'm smokin' while I'm sittin' in the hotel bathroom On the sink burning joints the size of baby arms Everybody asks what kind of vape he on I fuck with the alien, my distillate is way beyond Can't believe my face is numb, I'm feeling so [?] [?] like [?], attacked lungs no savin' 'em Fat buds we blazin' 'em, memories erasin' 'em Live nug runs, they got me wasted, I'm so faded um I can't get away from the cloud It's like a tractor beam every time the rig is around I'm like a shatter fiend, mix it with flour, roll it, and ground up Keep so it's easy to pound And you can call the police, I got that medical now I'm [?] bitches with the J in my mouth I got the cookies burnin' like there's a bakery in the house But ain't nobody cookin', just mixin' a little loud [Chorus] Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up) We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up) We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, (Roll it up) ay, now pour it up, (Pour it up) ay We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, ay, now pour it up, ay We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Let's go [Verse 5: The R.O.C.] Weed smoke all in my system, still rock with a little bit of pop No I don't smoke, but I still get got, them clouds on my box Anybody in your vicinity is a body full of energy 'Til they glass fills with Hennessy Then I'm gone, face the friend in me That means everyone's getting they party on What is your pleasure? Come home Wasted off life, you home with me 'Cause we do it all however you want it We get it wasted and flaunt it Good riddance to anyone who don't feel it [Verse 6: King Gordy] Wicked wizard practicing witchcraft Forbidden scriptures hidden, encrypted in the pentagrams Attention, you misfits, now wish that your parents listen Insist that you be committed in systems Detention centers, prescriptions was implemented And now your visions trippin' You thinkin' you seein' people from a distance So you bid 'em good riddance, and you're persistent Gettin' fixed as you're attempting to kill 'em But see, there isn't anyone there, this weed was different [Verse 7: Redd] [?] I step up in it, windows tinted in a cut In my system I'm with it, check the THC percentage What direction am I headed in? I don't know, check with Twiztid [?] trying to take on my party, princess Uh, ain't nobody really wanna be a part of my party We smokin' down Mr. Marley, [?] harlequins [?] I'm hardly listening to your little problems, I got Bacardi Bottles to bury [?] your nonsense get off me [Chorus] Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up) We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up) We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, (Roll it up) ay, now pour it up, (Pour it up) ay We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, ay, now pour it up, ay We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Let's go [Verse 8: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] With my bloodshot eyes and this thousand-yard stare See me ridin' down the block, weed smoke in the air I'm so gone off the Patrón and far from sober If the pigs on my tail it's no chance I'm pullin' over I'ma [?] collect it and get it lit Used to [?] I'm on that [?] shit Gettin' wasted on distillate concentrates and [?] Vape pens burning THC, boiling wax [Verse 9: G-Mo Skee] G-Mo! Never smoke weed like me, that's not advised Every time I said I was finna stop, I lied Inf Gang in L.A. smoking Chocolate Thai Secondhand probably got my nigga Hopsin high Look, a couple brownies, they found me in a cloudy Audi Hot boxing looking doped up like Robert Downey You would think the shit was Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas The way that I'm layin' in the middle of the street wasted I'm stingy 'cause niggas be having vacuum lungs You can hit this fuckin' doobie, after that, you done Bitch, I'm inhalin' grapes, if them niggas about it, let 'em vape I smoke 'til I die then bring an eights to Heaven's gates I thought they said it was a gateway drug God can send me to Hell if I can't stay buzzed I hit a lick on the [?], take away they bud Now my house is smellin' like a fuckin' reggae club Now roll it up [Chorus] Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up) We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, (Now roll it up) now pour it up (Now pour it up) We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, (Roll it up) ay, now pour it up, (Pour it up) ay We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Now roll it up, ay, now pour it up, ay We gettin' wasted, we gettin' wasted Let's go