High Grade Chris Webby (Ft. Alandon & Dizzy Wright)

[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 Indo (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