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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Logic
Logic
Stimme und Gesang
Big Lenbo
Big Lenbo
Stimme und Gesang
Kajo
Kajo
Stimme und Gesang
Slaydro
Slaydro
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter:in
Arjun Ivatury
Arjun Ivatury
Songwriter:in
Arkae Tuazon
Arkae Tuazon
Songwriter:in
Frank Umana-Soto
Frank Umana-Soto
Songwriter:in
Leon Ressalam
Leon Ressalam
Songwriter:in
Barrington Levy
Barrington Levy
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kajo
Kajo
Produzent:in
6ix
6ix
Produzent:in
Robert Campbell
Robert Campbell
Mischtechniker:in
Tyler Gordon
Tyler Gordon
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Karl Wingate
Karl Wingate
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Matt Dyson
Matt Dyson
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Gabe Burch
Gabe Burch
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It's a, it's a vibe Ultimata! All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now This is Stoney Bob live in a room from Wherever the fuck we are today on tour I've already rolled about four blunts It's 3:38 PM I'm going off, here we go What up, what's good? I'm running through your hood I'm feeling like I should, I wish a motherfucker would Bobby be my name I'm 'bout to run a train on this girl With all my boys and her name is Mary Jane 'Cause I burn big dope with my dogs Joe Clay rolled a blunt so big this shit look like a log In my dressing room but I can't see through all the fog 6ix supply the kicks like karate I was fighting with the idea of smoking' again And now I got my green belt And that's the longest line without a rhyme But the punch before the line about the line was so divine For shizzle my nizzle I feel like D-O-double Gizzle on this grizzle my nizzle Put the greenery on the grill and let it sizzle my nizzle It don't matter the season Bobby let it burn when it drizzle I won't lie, I'll put my right hand on the Bible and Tell the world that me and Berner got a strain of the cookie That shit isso simply just undeniable It'll make your world shatter like glass And I ain't talking bout the dabs (Hoo-ha) What's the haps on the craps (Hoo-ha) Stoney Bob bring it back (Hoo-ha) Stoney Bob want a snack (Hoo-ha) Stoney Bob got the pack (Hoo-ha) What's the craps on the motherfuckin' fucked that line up Nice You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you I wanna smoke with you I'm coming to get you Girl you know I gotta hit you like You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you I wanna smoke with you I'm coming to get you Girl you know I gotta hit you like Mary Jane, I never been the same since our lips locked The only lady that never gets pissed off And if there's one thing I know It's how to roll a J and let it burn real slow For those who don't know I go by Slaydro Ready, set, go I take one to the dome like Pablo Esco Germinate the seed then just let it grow Then harvest like a pro Dodging cops just to cop digits Made the packs move and flip like they was gymnasts Got me seeing trick green night vision All truth, no fiction Always fried like Popeye's Chicken Hella mother hella motherfucker so you Know I'm always know I'm always running late Unless that currency at stake In this Ruth Chris because I'm ruthless Forty in the-forty in the trunk gone in 20 minutes That's 80K for the ticket Every-everybody fucking with it Smoking the container bet I'm always gon' retain it That's it You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you I wanna smoke with you I'm coming to get you Girl you know I gotta hit you like You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you I wanna smoke with you I'm coming to get you Girl you know I gotta hit you like It ain't nothing, joint stuffing, rolling blunts and Big buds for breakfast crumble like a muffin No discussion, smoking big dope with the fam Stoney on the bus, used to hot box a van In and out the cities Group the women, and the weed All these male groupies stepping unless you got tree Better roll it and smoke it to the last drop That cash crop stay up in the hash spot Daily session, that Buddha blessing, never stressing Laid back but I keep the whistle like I'm reffing That's some rap nigga Shit We Hugh Heffin' Smoke out the grotto Feeling like Pablo Saucing like tomato Pull them numbers like Lotto You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you I wanna smoke with you I'm coming to get you Girl you know I gotta hit you like You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you I wanna smoke with you I'm coming to get you Girl you know I gotta hit you like
Writer(s): Robert Hall, Arjun Ivatury, Frank Umana-soto, Arkae Tuazon, Leon Ressalam, Barrington Levy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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