That La La La - Ruste Juxx, The Arcitype

Smoking that la la la

Smoking that la la la

Smoking that la la la

Smoking that la la la

I’m on a (?) break, blunt full of dope

Big black indica, that’s killer smoke

Strawberry ice mixed with some white queen

Bowl molly got me having weed pipe dreams

Crystal rain, take away the pain

Some good indo, marijuana strain

Tropicana, and I don’t mean the fruit juice

Top down I be burning in the coupe loose

Snow white, big buzz sticky

Outdoor Durbar poison, urban misty

Burning down 'till my brain cells fried

Sometimes I feel like my brain cells died

Blue berry aura, explorer

Silver haze, I support the importer

Swazi skunk got me feeling so high

Homie, I ain’t gon' lie, I be

Craig G, Ruste Juxx, The Arcitype

I’ll forever blaze the green, I’mma smoke for life

I got the super sour diesel plus the shroom called blue dream

Twist it all together now, I’m steaming on two teams

Burn it backstage, security (?)

They tell me put it out, show 'em the car with (?)

Got a bud deep purple, I’ll load it in the bar

I’m on a cloud that’s controlling us all, rolling all

Craig G on the mic, I’m ahead of these busters

With a box of regular dutches, I’mma dead the discussion

Of who could get it and who be doing the mic foul

Doing it in the air since phillies and white owls

I’ll tell you Ruste Juxx, this here is a mean tune

Make sure to keep a pack of (?) up in the green room

I’m a throwback, smoking in the '68 vet

With that first Cypress Hill LP

They say: 'what's you smoking on?'

Man, I drink the bomb

Let me get a hit of that lyrical dope you on

In the crowd hollaing surfing the cloud nine

Circulating the purple (?) but not loud

Call it tropical fantasy

Rock solid gold bars, save the ice for the Hennessy

Root of legacy, quote from memory, remember me?

See my image smoking is like having an epiphanies

Blow your strokes like Larry’s or Tiffany’s

My design orchestrated like symphonies

I’mma win it (?) cold when killing emcees

Habitual tendecies, roll up some killer trees

Peep the chemistry

Son sick of only sense of a million could remedy

When I’m spitting the listeners are inhaling energy

Exhale intoxicated coke delivery