Drywall Steam

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yo it's your boy Vic Greenthumbs) (And I don't know if you hit the weed man) (Niggas out here fucking with you dog you got to know that man) (Don't be ever shooting yourself in the foot) [Verse] Ugh Put on the same clothes from yesterday Already know it smell like weed from the day before My plug he got extra weight And we smoke out the lungs it don't take long (Not at all) Everything we smoke is the bomb We be higher than the LA mountains roll up to [?] canyon Its a drought on weed and my brother [?] is about to bring a cannon (Yeah) [?] at the border with other countries Talking to the police with a truck full of trees Point to the water holes nigga We growing plants Creepy ass niggas we about to war with ants Check the score and see that I'm up and you will start to rant Bitch ass nigga check the size of your pants Shit so tight can't put an ounce in your pockets So you carry a man purse looking like you was adopted (Get the fuck out of here) I hate when suburbanites act hood You just a goofy ass nigga with a Backwood Not my fault I'm a weed head Functioning adult (That's right) I pay all of my bills in bulk and then tally up the rest While I roll up whatever is left Two blunts worth I just rolled up one of the best No Shawn Skemps should enter the mansion We used to smoke skinny ass blunts while we was planning Now we live our our goals and our dreams still a work in process I don't have no service at Brockfest Mother fuckers always want to bring cheap shit to the session (The fuck is this dog?) They wonder why me and the game never give them blessings They wonder why they not on more Vic Spencer albums (The fuck out of here) If your weed is censored then it's childish Niggas ride around with scales they don't trust the dealers You can get robbed for 05 of the killer You can never fucking short me a gram, I eyeball everything No homies around I get a drywall steam You smoke bullshit then lie in your dreams We take days off just to roll the firest of green That's a job in itself boy The strictest one to smoke I want all my opps smoking on their weed when they croak I heard about the caper I was chilling with my son at the oaks Hit this retail store smelling like dope We gon' get high for as long as I'm living Even when I'm dead please pass that shit to me while you're chilling (Pass that shit dog) Plenty of blunts gon' get smoked when I die I mean chunks gon' get rolled up and passed all around I played the guessing game I said 475 Wipe the tears from all of my niggas eyes This a celebration of life I'm not handicapped I can roll up The Swisher was thicker than a fucking cold cut Non smoking buildings be bitching you better be bogus back I'm hanging out the window and my lady about to roll a sack Rolling that (Skrt) (I know that weed that you was smoking that day too dog) (You acting like a nigga like me don't be keeping it mother fucking straight) ([?] Vic Greenthumbs be about that shit dog) (I ain't going to tell nobody though)