They Taxing Flower

Lyrics

[Intro: Vic Greenthumbs] (Yo its your boy Vic Greenthumbs) (And I'm here because I'm not high) (Its just you me and the mother fucking doc) (Ain't no mother fuckering weed) (We called like five weed guys) (Because we're trying to circulate the black dollar) (You know how far we is from the mother fucking neighborhoods that got all in the trees and shits) (I know a lot of niggas that take pride in all the shits that they smoke) (And they ain't trying to fuck with the real dispensaries that out here) (That shit ain't from the Cali) (Them niggas ain't trying to go to the dispensaries out here) (Yeah) (We gonna smoke all of the fire tonight) (Whoah who is that?) (Oh that's my dog Cavalier) (How you doing dog?) (Hey hey you got weed you better pass that shit) (If you rapping you got to pass that shit) (Straight up) (Thank you my dog go ahead do your thing dog) (Thank you my dog go ahead do your thing) ([?]) (Let's go) [Verse 1: CavalierSound] These summer clouds They yelling who got gas I'm puffing loud Your weed tastes like so last year I was on 2012 high grade since Y2K Ain't about which is better when Black men with flowers I used to move bouquets Now they got bookoo and calling it medicine They already don't let you get Me the flyest bedouin Done smoke black rolled backs filled with snow Lumberjack, Alaskan thunderclap Cool buzz fill Whole Foods bags Can't call judgement on this ombudsman We Paul Bunyons cut tall trees Bald onions (Ew) And waltz past cut throat [?] My diploma didn't hold up to my trauma It smelled like crack aromas in the air of my daycare Got an almanac of horrors There's a hall of fame of martyr's traps Guarded by a Rottweiler named Shakespeare Having problems staying calm, caught up in daymares (Wonder why I'm smoking bruh) Its in my DNA Reeking of weed through TSA My PSA like ELA Cocaine ballets set to stolen Piagets He flipped a bird made it pirouette But it was wet, flying [?] away Heavy weight I'm lifting Ls to alleviate So they don't see me break You see we straight right [Interlude: Vic Spencer] (We good dog) (Hell yeah Cav, you got that shit dog) I'm saying G (Hey tell everybody you trying to get some work done too) (Oh shit there go Vic) [Verse 2: Vic Spencer] The almighty ganja ignited I wasn't invited my loud never quiet Jungle boys, LA farmers and cookies Victor buyers (Yeah you a cold mother fucker) If weed game was comedy my plug would be Richard Pryor He got bags that will make the cops lock you away Claim its legal if you buy from a dispensary Add all the taxes to that shit Now its state laws and chemistry (Fuck) I'm in the hood trying to circle the black dollars (Help me dog we out here) The lungs really appreciate me If indica was a gang then affiliate me If diamond swishers was a crime you got to slide me the books I'm with black spade trying to pass a blunt the size of a book He politely declined stared reciting the hook Colder than a polar vortex During that time me and my wifey had more sex Stocked up on trees plus I wore sweats Two puffs of this you gonna have a sore chest More or less, more or less More of less, more or less More or less, more or less More or less, more or less More of less, more or less Smoke it up, woke up Peep on the news that the earth is about to legalize weed So now maybe we won't have violence because everyone cool (That's right) Put my red Js on and head to the school (Yeah) Boy I even made bread at the school I had every pair of sneakers I wanted The blunt [?] (Come on pass that shit dog) (Still I want to hit the roach man) (That fucker looking fat as hell still dog) (And I'm glad you didn't get none of that dispensary weed playboy)