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sativa - chris webby lyrics

[chorus: zacari]
roll that heady
fill my chevy with the vapors
ak-47 and them double wide papers
so i break off half and save the rest of it for later
so come and get in touch with nature ‘cos, baby, you know we smoking that sativa
we smoking that sativa
we smoking that…

[verse 1: chris webby]

this sh-t is sublime
hit it and lift up your mind
the most specific of kinds
particular strains i’m smoking during daytime
got me feeling high and energetic at the same d-mn time
i’m on a path to where i don’t know
with a little bit of jack [?] curran [?] in my bowl
euphoric, yo, with the oreos
and whatever other snacks i carried back home
got the [?] from my cypress hill family
and i demand the types and strands
dispensaries be selling out like they be supplying the kids candy
high as iron-man with 90 grams
and, yo, this weed here ain’t no runner up
this weed won the cup
enough’s enough, we puff and puff
my blunt is stuffed with thunderf-ck
like i’m purposely trying to disobey scruff mcgruff
‘cos this silver haze will leave you lit for days
and this sh-t’s amazing
zoned out playing ninja gaiden
joystick’s engaging, taking a rip and flaming
like a lady, her fragrance blazing
and this chase with a great sensation
don’t change the station ehh
my brain’s on a paid vacation
with sativa in my vehicle, chief
and turn up the speakers
the green is my teacher
like yoda leading jedi to sidious

[chorus: zacari]

[verse 2: demrick]

i spend my days in a daze smoking lemon haze
out in amsterdam where women love to entertain
the greenhouse got me shopping the red light
when i’m in holland that’s just what i go to get right
roll my weed up, smoke sativa kick my feet up
look for tracks that i can eat up when i heat up it’s a fever
and my stoner chick’s a diva, all i feed her is that greenery
raw papers wrapped around that sour d
and this life ain’t want it seem to be
it’s something like a dream to me
this weed, it give me energy
best believe my enemies, they don’t last long
joints getting ashed then p-ssed to a [?]
i remember not knowing ’bout the different strains
copping dimes out in the projects in the pouring rain
now i hit up the dispensary they know the name for smoking on that fire flame
you know this sh-t is not a game
and that raspberry cough in my bag’s very strong
hotbox, you won’t last very long
see the smoke through the gl-ss of the bong
take a hit, hold on, don’t p-ss ’till it’s gone
play this track watch my fans sing along
boy, we lit, yeah, we high, man, we on
blazing on acapulco gold
with my partners getting stoned
it’s sativa man, straight to the dome

[chorus: zacari]

[verse 3: b-real]

i ain’t smoking that bullsh-t
let me tell what i don’t do
i ain’t smoking that bullsh-t
let me tell you what i won’t do
i ain’t smoking that bullsh-t
let me tell what i don’t do
i ain’t smoking that bullsh-t
let me tell you what i won’t do
p-ss this sh-t
‘cos it’s boom boom bap
[?] we don’t touch
but i heard you do
f-cking cursed like it’s voodoo
you could see me take a flight on that jet fuel
then we throw in sativa on the next two
getting so elevated that we forget you
faded with webby on the set, fool
no matter how many requests we don’t accept you
better be taking it to the chest, fool
no stress, it’s all incredible
i be putting you out with the [?]
laid out, n-gg- blazed out, let me fade out, feeling played out, hey now
how many hits can you take now?
how many hits ‘fore you break down?
how many minutes go by you say you feeling fake now?
how many swirls you got wrapped around the jay now?

[chorus: zacari]

- chris webby lyrics

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