High Grade Lyrics - Chris Webby

[Intro: Alandon] 

Somebody roll it up 

Somebody roll it up 

Somebody roll it up 

Somebody roll it up 

[Verse 1: Chris Webby] 

Yeah 

Smoking on indoor (yeah man) 

So put down the coke and the benzo's 

No opiate choking your mental 

Let your stress go, no dress code 

Just breathe it and feel it 

And if you can find it and need some I'll get it 

Got peoples who flip it, believe me 

They putting more trees on the street than the week after Christmas, hah 

Only need that shit that grow from out the ground 

Got the plug from Collie Buddz, and then we cop it by the pound (yeah) 

Dispensaries are popping up all over town 

No more law to stop me now, it's going down 

Yeah, no longer do we gotta hide it 

Or only smoke up when in private 

In this recreational climate 

No Five-O be looking through my whip 

Smelling like bud at the function 

No worries about your assumptions 

No worries about people's judgement 

And if they judge then fuck them, we puffing 

Start the ganja party like we Tasha Marley 

Rastafari eating calamari, too much pot to carry 

I be on some other shit, roll another spliff 

Blast off into outer space on the mothership 

Fucking loving it, yeah 

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[Chorus: Alandon] 

High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah) 

High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) 

High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah) 

High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) 

[Bridge: Alandon] 

Spliff on the tip of me tongue 

Marijuana smoke fill up my lungs 

Water bowl be the chalice I run 

Cali farm often carry a gun 

Crossing water we often do run 

Like Jimmy Cliff, ah they [?] come 

Lighting a spliff with a spark of me gun 

Highest of grades out in the sun, yeah 

[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright] 

Smoking my own strain 

I got sativa cause indica's hype 

I been doing my own thing 

Minding my business and twisting my fire 

And suddenly, I see my phone rang 

I keep it Dizzy Wright 

Me and Webby make you feel like you in the wrong lane 

Turned up, living through the stone age 

Take you to a higher place bro 

This shit's wonderful if I can say so 

No hate in my heart, I let hate go 

I'm on the legal marijuana payroll 

Can't believe this my reality, right? 

I know you wanna be mad at me 

But it get hard when you finding them flavors you like 

You know it's fire if them haters get right 

You assuming it correctly 

More flavors, I'm great in the night 

You can tell I'm wavy, like I'm on a jet-ski 

I keep all the players in sight 

Giving them choices and she think it's sexy 

I'm keeping it G if I'm saying it right 

Would you like to smoke, come impress me? 

They dizzy dreaming, urban poison 

And I got that strawberry cough going Wesley 

Rocking my shades like Blade 

Bitch, I'm still moving you suckers can't catch me 

Handle my business 

I tell 'em I want them to send me the money directly 

Fuck all them people that tried to convince all my stoners that this shit was deadly 

Dizzy hippie only fucking with it if it's heavy 'cause man 

[Chorus: Alandon] 

High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah) 

High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) 

High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah) 

High grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) 

[Post-Chorus: Alandon] 

Somebody roll it up 

Somebody roll it up 

Somebody roll it up 

Somebody roll it up 

[Bridge: Alandon] 

Spliff on the tip of me tongue 

Marijuana smoke fill up my lungs 

Water bowl be the chalice I run 

Cali farm often carry a gun 

Crossing water we often do run 

Like Jimmy Cliff, ah they [?] come 

Lighting a spliff with a spark of me gun 

Highest of grades out in the sun, yeah 

[Outro: Alandon] 

High grade, high grade 

No bush weed, no bush weed