Rapper Weed Curren$y

[Intro]
Yeah
Jets
Put a 'X' in the middle

Everything I drop is the bomb
I ain't stingy with my trees, you can keep on rolling baby
This that rapper weed though, be careful how you smoke it baby
Got it from my partner he stay out there in East Oakland baby
Jets

[Verse 1]
Start my morning in the bottom of a bottle of Don Perignon
Weed and toothpaste on our breath as she stretch and yawnin
My Polo pillowcase has got her eyeliner on it
I'm high at the moment and everyone came before it
I know a pretty LA girl who licensed to grow it
Sent to me from a dispensary
Jets in the club fool, it ain't a mystery
Middle of July, spend it lightin up Christmas tree
Supervillain style, disappearin in a smokescreen
Really a good guy, you'll see if you get close to me
We so slanted eyed, people thinkin we both Chinese
Probably woulda never said nothin, glad that she came and spoke to me
Woulda missed out on somethin that was good so appropritaely
Destination the moon as if you tryna go wit me
You a fly girl so I'll put you where you supposed to be