Roll Big - Potluck

Ok we live in Humboldt county and were smoking marijuana

Smoke more than Bill Clinton, smoke more than Osama

Were smoking like a Rasta, we king like mufasa

The weed’s getting richer, gonna getcha than a gotcha

Potluck is rockin ya, smashing like a monster truck

We smashin inside your truck, ready to roll the fattest blunt

Mrs. Mary got me over plenty so I rhyme

My clock is broken, it’s 420 all the time

So come and smoke the bestest bomb with me

Humboldt county got freshest marijuana trees

You’ll never leave please believe it’s not a joke

We got a lot of pot to smoke, this is the realist shit I ever wrote

Sometimes I hit the bong, sometimes I write a song

Sometimes I do it both till my sack of weed is gone

We the bomb and I’m a roll a blunt 6 inches long

To which is why I’m getting high till my vision’s gone

Move along officer I got that?

I do my thing and legally I puff and drink

Keep it clean with a dream

I’ve been smoking since an early teen up in the scene

You know what I mean

Make a pound of weed disappear

Ain’t got no

Looks like they keep it hot in here

Don’t be scared, Mary Jane for a beer, any day of in a year

I’m coughin out my lungs, smoke comin out my ear

Cause we roll big, roll big

But if you got a little bit just roll big, roll big

Rollin up the bud and you know this, know this

Don’t give a f*ck

The kings and potluck are here to smoke the room up

All though a lot of people think that I’m crazy

Johnny richter I live my life, when go I’ll be blazin

One of the biggest ganja head of weed smokers

No bud smokers only I’m a till the death toker

Playing video games and eating snacks

Fridge packed of what I need just got everything

Just go ahead and pass that muthaf*cka!

Munchies I be killin

My cabin is filled from the ground all the way to the ceiling

If you didn’t bring an ounce

Then you might just go ahead and bounce

The kings and potluck got no time to play around

This is business baby don’t take it personal

Were makin major moves while your tryin make commercial

Suburban noize keep it goin ain’t gonna stop our sound

We world wide taken over every underground

Kmk and kingspade keep it reppin strong

Daddy x, potluck, and richter, man pass that bong!

We all get toked back

Fat sacks keep popping out the backpacks

Were rollin baby

On chronic blast

It’s extra X on that bet that was built to last

Connect California cannabis to the map

I hit and pass and we laugh in potluck’s pad

From the red woods to the Tijuana flats

We keep them fat joints burning up good and fast

I feel that I was

Crystal clear

Ganja leaves keep stinkin the atmosphere

Never fear when I’m tryin to ride by your side

See the police you don’t even have to run and hide

Under an ounce you ain’t even goin for a ride

I love this place like the smoke comin out my pipe

Wheres the lighter were getting higher than high tonight

Kottonmouth, potluck the recipe is right, the shit’s tight