Half Ounce, Quarter Pound - Jarren Benton, Dizzy Wright, Aleon Craft

D-d-d-d-damn, never smoked nothing like this in my life

Pack it in a pipe, put it to a light

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, I ignite

I’m high as a kite

Levitate through a fuckin' room, I’m in flight

Nigga so geeked that I ain’t feeling right

And I just wanna come down, get back home from Mars

Call a fucking paramedic cause I feel like I’mma die

Party 'til my death, cardiac arrest

Heart beatin' out a nigga mothafuckin' chest

Dawg what’d you put inside this weed, is it laced?

Cause I feel like I got bugs eating all around my face

They in formation, California Kush

Shit so loud like a ho that need a douche

Like I’m in a coma need a motivator push

There a nigga go, with the dope boys dough like

Let me get a can I get a

Half ounce, quarter pound

Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good

Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good

Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good

Half ounce, quarter pound

Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good

Eighth, half ounce, quarter pound

Yep, nigga fix my order

All different flavors and I’m 'bout to, burn it, down

In my 'Lac with the preacher’s daughter

Windows rolled up so the smoke just loiters

My paint swag boss sit the rims on tortoise

Now I’m looking spaced out cause I’m really spaced out

Plenty Mary Jane all satellites cordless

Big bag of Wi-Fi, smell it when I fly by

Look at these colors, loud packed full of tie-dye

Out of here, I’m high, see you later, bye-bye

Grindin' up fresh fruit while I’m eating pantie

Pomegranate, red eye, pineapples, man I

Can’t seem to focus seein' double never pans out

What it is?

See her look her tongue out

When I pull that bong out, fuck it baby girl pull your pants down

Half ounce, quarter pound

Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good

Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good

Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good

Half ounce, quarter pound

Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good

Young nigga with a flat top, see the smoke in my back drop

Niggas hatin' on the internet, only cause I can’t run up in your house

And lay yo head on yo laptop, crack rock, with the rap spot

To the top man, I’m 'bout that, the loud pack made a soundtrack

All around the world with a sound that

Make 'em wonder where I hid the fuckin' bomb at

Bomb sack, I’mma medicate, livin' life for a better day

I wonder where niggas think I’mma be at the end of the year

12/21/12 2012?

Hell, I ain’t really trippin' I’mma get it while a nigga here!

End of the year, I’m killin' 'em all, (true)

Speak my mind, then I’m sendin' it off

Hittin' the booth, smokin' like I’m chillin' wit Snoop

And if it’s money then I’m gettin' involved

I told you motherfuckers I ain’t finna play 'round

Playground rappers finna fuckin' lay down

Hear that AK sound (BLAH!) killin' every rapper

You ain’t safe in the safe house

Las Vegas route, with a fuckin' Bay crowd

Jarren Benton brought a motherfuckin' A crowd

So A1 that I’m A+, hit up Aplus, to shoot a damn video at Dame house

Same crowd but we make moves, work hard, had to pay dues

Gettin' money still the same dude, sellin my soul somethin' that I can’t do

Tell these bitch niggas, betta make room

Less cheap for the best weed, West Coast not Cali, but the LV

Half ounce, quarter pound for the low, low key

You could probably slide through around next week

I’m the nigga that you need to know