That Good Lyrics & Tabs by Baeza
That Good
guitar chords lyrics
Yea. Pull something out the jar
Smoke well with your boy
Yea huh huh
I still be rolling up that good
They buzzin' dutches in that what
I love that green, no I can't lie
Make that weed up close, get high
I still be rolling up that good
They buzzin' dutches in that what
I love that green, no I can't lie
Make that weed up close, get high
Look that get several sweet, that nigga smellin' for weed
We just roll that shit like that shit smokin'
Inhale then before you exhale
Oh you wanna feel it in your chest
We just roll that shit like that shit smokin'
Inhale then before you exhale
Oh you wanna feel it in your chest
Pull real hard, hold it
This is for my hood folk
That's on their block right now with that good coke
Throwin' up that kush smoke
‘Cause we've been getting high since we've been getting fly
It happened like forever, probly be here til I die
I'm a rapper, street nigga, capital G nigga
Aks ‘bout me next time you out in them streets nigga
And they gon tell you Bo Bay a problem
Always keep it a hundred
Then bother before startin'
That money gon call ‘em
And I'll be right there waiting on it
Getting to it while niggas is still debating on it
First you get the money then the power
The trees taste sweet but the sour.
You know how we do it
I still be rolling up that good
They buzzin' dutches in that what
I love that green, no I can't lie
Make that weed up close, get high
I still be rolling up that good
They buzzin' dutches in that what
I love that green, no I can't lie
Make that weed up close, get high
I told Billie take the wheel so I can roll up the fattie
Feelin' like an old man smokin' on that granddaddy
It's taking all my energy
And takin' all my memories but help me with my metaphors, assimilates
Sniffing all my J's to the roaches
Don't let ‘er distract
You know we laugh in fire, nigga we smokers
Roll on the table like Lennox
Blazin' up my leisure
Get me on the ridder, absolutely getting higher
Is you 1-2? I got the chronic, you can bring the buns too
I've got a few hoes that wanna come through
It's a gangsta party, bring your lungs too
And I'mma smoke a pound for my niggas, lie down
RIP all of my homies not ‘round
Roll another one, tell ‘em pour another round
Ridin' through the city, rich chilly top down
You know how we do it
I still be rolling up that good
They buzzin' dutches in that what
I love that green, no I can't lie
Make that weed up close, get high
I still be rolling up that good
They buzzin' dutches in that what
I love that green, no I can't lie
Make that weed up close, get high
