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IGH My mama used to always keep a lil' bit of dro The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes And though life will have its issues, there will never be A problem with the weed She told me, "Son, don't worry, don't you have no shame There's gonna be frustrations in this white man's game And they're gonna have us tied up once it's legalized Because it is a tree!" My mama had to work My mama had to birth (Two kids) My mama drove to church and ironed shirts and kept a smirk And I think my mama must of work at Saltine at the factor- Y? She came home crying said, "I'm tired of these crackers!" I roll up For pretty girls that's on they grind getting paid (Hu!) I roll up For women who life wasn't no crystal Staircase (Hu!) And I roll up For any my niggas that's stuck in that jam Torn from their family, hustling grams We love you, we smoking on big Uncle Sam Letras de canciones Dispensary weed is a government scam My cousin my weedman, the plug is my man's My whole life look like I've been rubbing a lamp The blunt like I rolled up a rug in my hand Stop, look, duck in my hand If it ain't a buck in my hand Fist full of bullets, I'm flipping the bird It's a plane, It's a don't give a fuck in my hand If we roll up, we flame up Yes, we flame up If we pull up, ain't no change up Don't play with our money, it's dangerous Ain't no more sharecropping, this for my mama I promise I'm fucking the game up This for my ladies that's making it happen You ready? I'm ready to flame up My mama used to always keep a lil' bit of dro The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes And though life will have its issues, there will never be A problem with the weed She told me, "Son, don't worry, don't you have no shame There's gonna be frustrations in this white man's game And they're gonna have us tied up once it's legalized Because it is a tree!" Like my girls like weed, homegrown Angie get stoned Cheech & Chong All the casa negroes gone Fuck it, get stoned Craig and Smokey Angie get stoned Angie get stoned Angie get stoned Angie get stoned Uh, my mama had to work (Yeah) My step daddy had the work Don't expect me to pass the purp 'Cause Pastor Purp ain't at this church Oh God forgive me, God forgive me Holy smokes, like religion I be smoking like an engine Can't play poker like syringes Blow a pound like I'm Jenny Craig I'm cold as Winnipeg When me and Chance smoking them plants We turn to Bill & Ted All my weed be strictly meds My blunt be thick as legs Yellow Percocets White Percocets look like grits and eggs Smoke a blunt for Chi-Raq Catch a contact I don't know where my eyes at They on her thigh tat I'm sorry I got side-tracked But I'm gonna hit you with a sidebar You could pull up in a fly car I'm a pull off in a flying car That's cap if they say we cap I crack they freakin' kneecaps And Chance gave me a 3 cap to cover up all these naps A dreadlock Rasta Bandana red like pasta I steal a nigga bitch like a Mazda My mama used to keep a lil' bit of dro The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes And though life will have its issues, there will never be A problem with the weed She told me, "Son, don't worry, don't you have no shame There's gonna be frustrations in this white man's game And they're gonna have us tied up once it's legalized Because it is a tree!" Like my girls like weed, homegrown Angie get stoned Cheech & Chong All the casa negroes gone Fuck it, get stoned Craig and Smokey From Letras Mania