Overhigh Lyrics - Rolling Stoned - Smoke Dza

Verse 1: Smoke dza 

When the dour's in the system 

You know how we do it keep puffin and twistin 

Thats how we be feelin I'mma chief my bud 

Papers no blunts 

Dip in the zip and then dump 

You only live life once, Rright 

Head to Long Beach with my n?? 

I dont do the pills 

Hit my brodie raulphie know he got the kill 

No he keep that potent, shit you wanna keep tokin 

Type of shit; you take one hit, and your sweat glance opens 

Pupils tear up, mouth get caked up 

And you dyin for a drink of water 

Paranoia have shorty trippin 

Askin questions, like we gave her somethin different, this just bud my 

Get that ho some visine, she used to puffin mal green 

Now she on that Irene 

I smoke big thats my preferance 

Lil nigga hang thight follow directions, DZA 

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Its mister chief holly, no seeds in my chronic 

So breathe mami, this is good weed mami ooh 

No seeds in my chronic 

So breathe mami, this is good weed mami ooh 

Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver 

You wanna roll up a leaf love? 

Weell do your thing ma 

In the stash I got some hash and some kief as well 

She said she dont usually smoke on the first date 

But since its her birthday its okay, sweet 

So I commence to rollin up 

Only papers when im scrollin up 

Mama, put away the swisher sweets 

Its certain rules you gotta follow when you smoke with me 

Especially if I invite you over to smoke for free 

Number 1 potency is key 

Before we get to 3 here is number 2 this is what we do 

That one there for me, this one here for you 

I know the tree sticky like superglue 

A few hits and youll be floatin right up out your shoes 

Mama take a breather 

I know youre used to the midsts, this that great sativa 

We gettin high passin time of at sandy beaches 

So high they cannot reach us oh 

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Smoke DZA: 

Rrriight, its mister chief holly, no seeds in my chronic 

So breathe mami, this is good weed mami ooh 

Verse 3: Schoolboy Q 

Fresh off my meditation 

Philly its full of sticky 

Gangsta and former hippy 

But first to be alone 

And while with Shipes, homie break down a dutchie 

Mickey lets twist a Ziggy 

Call that bitch Biggie biggie 

Marijuana cloud, we sittin on 

With too much weed to hide 

Smellin in my neighbours home 

Marijuana clouds, we sittin on 

Me and my lungs??? 

All in the morning before breakfast 

In bed and maybe some head, just a little tweak of that tweak 

Got me feelin im at my peak but im 

Smoke an eighth, and save some, early mornin' 

Wake n' bake 'em As-salamu alaykum 

This feelin right heres amazin 

So, we gettin blow, legalize dro and uhh slangin' hoes 

You know I??????? 

Smoke DZA: 

Rrriight, its mister chief holly, no seeds in my chronic 

So breathe mami, this is good weed mami ooh 

No seeds in my chronic 

So breathe mami, this is good weed mami ooh