"Weed Smoker Music" lyrics
Feels so right, it couldn't be wrong
Yes, sir
Uh-huh
This cart said McVegas
This Garcia and Vega
And the purple contents within
I'm about to burn one
Starlito's way
(Burn One, Burn One)
I go by the name of Starlito
I make weed smoker music
That real hustler's vibe, sell kis of dope to it
Straight-A student just might be focused to it
Long as they don't defocus to it
Just keep goin' through it
I'm just coolin', she Moulin Rouge-in'
Like, "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?"
Then I said, "Je m'appelle Lito" (Lito)
I used to sell the hell out them quarter kilos
Nigga called me for a nina and I hung up on him
Over the phone? You dead wrong, I ain't got nothin' for you (Nah)
Gangster and a gentleman, she 'bout to see ('Bout to see)
Like please, shawty, no tweetin' while you're out with me
'Cause I'm terrified of GPSs
I'm just gon' ride 'til I find my way, I keep a weapon
On top of that, the tank's on F
So take a pull of this, a drink of that, and lay on back
Let's ride
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
I'm just ridin', gettin' blunted, got my Huntsville checkerboard
Kush in the convertible, Alabama know I'm rich, boy
Banner from Mississippi, went to Tunica, blew some chips, boy
She wanted a chicken, I got her boo raw, sent a brick for her
I'm talkin' baby powder, if you want powder, baby
Shoot 'til the end, know my coworker, his daddy got it crazy
I'm talkin' baby powder, yeah, I'm fresh like Mannie
Had a threesome in Baton Rouge with Louise and Annie
They know Boosie and Webbie, they rocked some shows with me
When I was Grey Goosin' and they played my shit in Ratchet City
I holler, "Ayy, bay-bay," come to find out she was a fox
She told me wipe her down, I told her sip the Ziploc
And tie the bag tight, yeah, tie the bag tight
We goin' the wrong way, hand me that map, I need a flashlight
Stopped in South Memphis, had to get some killer (Yeah)
Got that off 4th and Walker, I call it that Zed Zilla (What up?)
I ain't had time to holler at Gotti in the North
Shot straight back to Cashville, I'm goin' to A when I get out of court
No, not child support (Nah)
But I promise I'm goin' to Atlanta when I get outta court, Lito
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
Damn, they bonded me over, court in three months
Rolled up three blunts, stuffed my pockets with the re-up
Told Chino pick me up, then I overpacked
Told him drop me off the in A, I might never come back
Got a Benz down there, some friends down there
Some family, I just might fit in down there
But how can I stand out down there?
I guess I figured out while puttin' loud in the air
Conyers PD pulled me over, ran my first name, last name
Said, "What's that smell?" I said, "What smell? You know what it is, man"
Got an AK in the trunk, my bony ass keep a MAC
But here are my gun license, I got reciprocity for that
He said, "Why you stay strapped?" I said, "Trap or die, nigga"
He said, "But your clothes say Gucci Mane," young, fly nigga
He said, "Well, swag surf your ass up out that CLS and let me search for that bag of purp"
I said, "No, sir, officer, I'm not alright with that
I know my rights in fact, you gave my license back
That means I'm free to go," bust a block to entertain this ho
Voice got low, I was lost on the road
Drama with the mover, return of the gangster, I'm 'bout the cash, though
'Cause I tried to order shark supper at Pappadeaux?
So I went to Papacita's with my lil' mamacita
Then I asked her, "What's up with that pussy?" And then I freaked her
My polo smell like dro (Dro), shawty eyes low (Low)
Let's get-get-get it in the air, Westside flow
Then she asked me, "Is you rollin'?" I replied, "No"
She meant, "Is you rollin' up?" Yeah, let's smoke
Where's my Waka Flocka Flame?
All-white diamonds, there's a bird on my chain
Yeah, you know I'm in the game
Starlito, rap game's LeBron James
Yeah, lookin' oh so cavalier
With somethin' red 'round her rear, thousand-dollar brasserie (Yeah)
Chronic smoker, champagne spiller, who you know realer? (Starlito)
You just sat here and record yourself for what reason?
Free T.I., rest in peace Pimp C
Free Roy Gold
Yes, sir
Uh-huh
This cart said McVegas
This Garcia and Vega
And the purple contents within
I'm about to burn one
Starlito's way
(Burn One, Burn One)
I go by the name of Starlito
I make weed smoker music
That real hustler's vibe, sell kis of dope to it
Straight-A student just might be focused to it
Long as they don't defocus to it
Just keep goin' through it
I'm just coolin', she Moulin Rouge-in'
Like, "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?"
Then I said, "Je m'appelle Lito" (Lito)
I used to sell the hell out them quarter kilos
Nigga called me for a nina and I hung up on him
Over the phone? You dead wrong, I ain't got nothin' for you (Nah)
Gangster and a gentleman, she 'bout to see ('Bout to see)
Like please, shawty, no tweetin' while you're out with me
'Cause I'm terrified of GPSs
I'm just gon' ride 'til I find my way, I keep a weapon
On top of that, the tank's on F
So take a pull of this, a drink of that, and lay on back
Let's ride
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
I'm just ridin', gettin' blunted, got my Huntsville checkerboard
Kush in the convertible, Alabama know I'm rich, boy
Banner from Mississippi, went to Tunica, blew some chips, boy
She wanted a chicken, I got her boo raw, sent a brick for her
I'm talkin' baby powder, if you want powder, baby
Shoot 'til the end, know my coworker, his daddy got it crazy
I'm talkin' baby powder, yeah, I'm fresh like Mannie
Had a threesome in Baton Rouge with Louise and Annie
They know Boosie and Webbie, they rocked some shows with me
When I was Grey Goosin' and they played my shit in Ratchet City
I holler, "Ayy, bay-bay," come to find out she was a fox
She told me wipe her down, I told her sip the Ziploc
And tie the bag tight, yeah, tie the bag tight
We goin' the wrong way, hand me that map, I need a flashlight
Stopped in South Memphis, had to get some killer (Yeah)
Got that off 4th and Walker, I call it that Zed Zilla (What up?)
I ain't had time to holler at Gotti in the North
Shot straight back to Cashville, I'm goin' to A when I get out of court
No, not child support (Nah)
But I promise I'm goin' to Atlanta when I get outta court, Lito
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
Where you goin'? I don't know, I'm just cruisin'
Inhalin', sippin', ridin', vibin' to my music
Damn, they bonded me over, court in three months
Rolled up three blunts, stuffed my pockets with the re-up
Told Chino pick me up, then I overpacked
Told him drop me off the in A, I might never come back
Got a Benz down there, some friends down there
Some family, I just might fit in down there
But how can I stand out down there?
I guess I figured out while puttin' loud in the air
Conyers PD pulled me over, ran my first name, last name
Said, "What's that smell?" I said, "What smell? You know what it is, man"
Got an AK in the trunk, my bony ass keep a MAC
But here are my gun license, I got reciprocity for that
He said, "Why you stay strapped?" I said, "Trap or die, nigga"
He said, "But your clothes say Gucci Mane," young, fly nigga
He said, "Well, swag surf your ass up out that CLS and let me search for that bag of purp"
I said, "No, sir, officer, I'm not alright with that
I know my rights in fact, you gave my license back
That means I'm free to go," bust a block to entertain this ho
Voice got low, I was lost on the road
Drama with the mover, return of the gangster, I'm 'bout the cash, though
'Cause I tried to order shark supper at Pappadeaux?
So I went to Papacita's with my lil' mamacita
Then I asked her, "What's up with that pussy?" And then I freaked her
My polo smell like dro (Dro), shawty eyes low (Low)
Let's get-get-get it in the air, Westside flow
Then she asked me, "Is you rollin'?" I replied, "No"
She meant, "Is you rollin' up?" Yeah, let's smoke
Where's my Waka Flocka Flame?
All-white diamonds, there's a bird on my chain
Yeah, you know I'm in the game
Starlito, rap game's LeBron James
Yeah, lookin' oh so cavalier
With somethin' red 'round her rear, thousand-dollar brasserie (Yeah)
Chronic smoker, champagne spiller, who you know realer? (Starlito)
You just sat here and record yourself for what reason?
Free T.I., rest in peace Pimp C
Free Roy Gold
