[Hook] Demrick
Blunt lit, one hit, rip apart your lungs quick
Stoney Point crew and we always up to some shit
Yeah we always up to something
Keeping it one hundred, fucking up your function
Blunt lit, one hit, rip apart your lungs quick
Stoney Point crew and we always up to some shit
Yeah we always up to something
Keeping it one hundred, fucking up your function
[Verse 1] Demrick
Yeah we came in here to wreck shop
Rowdy like the pet shop
At The Green House puffing crops with the dreadlocks
Backwood out of head shop, filled with the best pot
We know the growers the ones that don't talk ‘cause the fans watch
He who thinks he can slow a man down
Best to be ready to go the last round
Hit your town, kill the show like Mask Down!
Bob Marley riches, yeah the type you can’t count
Valley [?] in the glass house
Smoking that San Fernando some can't handle and pass out. (I think he's dead!)
We ride crowds, while high above the clouds
You buy it by the eighth, boy, we buy it by the ounce
Kush called Stoney Point, dividing up the pounds
Providing you the sound, this is rising from the ground
And once it’s grown we ‘gon heal ‘em all
Just know the real involved
When you hear this song get up off the wall. (Woo!)
Blunt lit, one hit, rip apart your lungs quick
Stoney Point crew and we always up to some shit
Yeah we always up to something
Keeping it one hundred, fucking up your function
Blunt lit, one hit, rip apart your lungs quick
Stoney Point crew and we always up to some shit
Yeah we always up to something
Keeping it one hundred, fucking up your function
[Verse 1] Demrick
Yeah we came in here to wreck shop
Rowdy like the pet shop
At The Green House puffing crops with the dreadlocks
Backwood out of head shop, filled with the best pot
We know the growers the ones that don't talk ‘cause the fans watch
He who thinks he can slow a man down
Best to be ready to go the last round
Hit your town, kill the show like Mask Down!
Bob Marley riches, yeah the type you can’t count
Valley [?] in the glass house
Smoking that San Fernando some can't handle and pass out. (I think he's dead!)
We ride crowds, while high above the clouds
You buy it by the eighth, boy, we buy it by the ounce
Kush called Stoney Point, dividing up the pounds
Providing you the sound, this is rising from the ground
And once it’s grown we ‘gon heal ‘em all
Just know the real involved
When you hear this song get up off the wall. (Woo!)
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