It's time for 'Real Talk' with Bobby B Attention young ladies, attention young ladies Man homeboy's over here in the garage with 4 1000's Powder nutrients growing in the dirt Takin' 4 and a half months not even getting a full peak Ya know, ya know, ya know. In a room the size of a telephone booth Using liquid nutrients, bud swell, rock wool One 1000 watt high pressure sodium Kevorki buds the size of a fuckin' Volkswagen, Ya know what I'm talkin' about, you do the math motherfucker. What's up smokers ? Another suburban Noize joint for you to pull on Stoners Reeking Havoc
I'ma get you so high, I'ma make that ass fly. Hit the bong, stand by I'ma get you so high
Back up off me, I need room to puff Fuck Babylon, man I can't get enough ruff I smoke, so I like it going down We're all getting lifted cuz I just stole a pound Two hits and pass, that's what Saint's yellin Fuck that shit, I'm hittin 'til my mind's jelly And when I'm done, I'll head to Flannagan's To play some pool and that's with a couple friends
Grab a sack, it's off to a local park Break out the bong, pack it tight and let it spark Windows up so the bug's gettin fishbowled And if you're in you can't escape the indo Oh shit, it's gettin deep into my mind I took 7 hits off that bud called kind Close my eyes, my mind starts joggin Here I go again, man, my mind's boggling
I'ma get you so high, mind boggling I'ma make that ass fly, mind boggling Hit the bong stand by, mind boggling I'ma get you so high
Here I go reminiscing about the weekend Takin time to remember where my shit has been Dinner to dancing, fly girl romancing Ballin with the homies, smoking buds and relaxin High Fashion~is how I was smoking Fuck this schwag weed, indo is what I'm tokin
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