Best Thang Smokin (feat. Wiz Khalifa, Snoop Dogg & B-Real) - Berner & B-Real

My weed man got the hook up Rollin' up another pound every time you look up Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' (Don't stop!) Tae Bo, five, four, three, two, one Workin' out, chiefin' up, creepin' up, keepin' up With the Joneses, smoke a zone with my pen pals In my neighborhood, flavor's good, roll up, put some papers to it Straight into it, gon' make him do it, that thing can do it fo sho Get my lift on, while get my spliff on, fo sho Break bad, stay cool, way cool, roll a doob Old school, paid my dues, spray these fools, ladies drool Cause they know what I got I got a bag of the Saturday pot And it'll keep you up from Thursday to Saturday night What do you like? When you smoke with the Dogg, you had the time of your life Now light... the fatty, jump in my Cadi Pull your seat back, yup, I know you need that Let it flow, set it go, incredible That ain't gold, layin' low like 10 to 4, on the floor My weed man got the hook up Rollin' up another pound e'rry time you look up Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' (Don't stop!) Don't even trip Ain't really gotta use a scale, I could eyeball a zip So much weight you thinkin', "Why this ain't for sale?" Weed in my lungs, weed in my nails She conin' joints, I'm rollin' weed up myself Don't ever get my weed from off the shelf or my clothes I heard Polio 'bout to drop some shit, order those Pounds, I got more of those, why my eyes sorta low Not too many when I roll, more arms than [?] though Boys hatin', I'm just countin' up the money I just made And what I'm makin' make a nigga make a million dollars later Smokin' [?], gettin' high pays I like my eyes glazed Ain't empty out my ashtray in days At my house playin' pool in some HUF socks and Joyrich sweats I roll a joint, you roll another one next Can't even name a nigga colder than Ain't pay for game that mean you stole it then Know it's the bomb when you hold it in My weed man got the hook up Rollin' up another pound e'rry time you look up Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' (Don't stop!)

A million (Shit) I'm like really stoned (A million) Like really stoned! Hundred thousand dollar days got ya boy in a daze (daze) I'm a California king, OG, no haze (no haze) I'm looking out my rear view like Pac said (Pac said) Cash another cheque, let em' worry bout' that nonsense (fuck shit) My crew breeds strains that got the whole world like (the whole world like) Cookin' more cookies, still get two per light Whatcha' girl like? (Whatcha' girl like?) I'm in a S-Class (S-Class) Wax room look just like a meth lab (meth lab) I done made two mill of off extracts (extracts) B-Real, let them know where the best at (down in Cali) Quarter mill for a field is this real? Do they really get down when I yield from the hill Got me straight for a couple, I ain't worry bout' a deal Two dabs and I got 40 bags sealed (sealed) Ice for the bong, so my smoke is chilled (chilled) Shit, I burnt my first joint to Cypress Hill, for real I'm so faded A million (million, million, million) A million (million, million, million) A million (million, million, million) I'm so faded A million (million, million, million) A million (million, million, million) A million (million, million, million) I'm so faded I've been in space before one time And I swear that I was not dreamin' No I was not dreamin' (I'm so faded) I've been in spaceships once or twice And I swear that I (I) was not dreamin' (dreamin') Cuz' I was not sleepin' (I'm so faded) One strain, two strains, three strains, four So many flavours, Berner brought em' through the door Kush n' Cookies for ya, we ain't no rookies for ya But we've been lookin' for ya title, and took it from ya We move pounds all around town, over underground How we did it is none of your concern, now I can't concentrate, I hit some concentrates And we about to get, higher as we elevate One thousand lumen watts Times 20 bitches tannin' by the 10's we got Everything on lock, were on some get money, money, shit Put it in the air, use a Phuncky Feel Tip So as we grind it up, green thumb, wind it up You want a new strain? Berner gonna find the Cup You want a pound or two, you want a count a few Put em' in buckets, when we're done you wanna zone or two I'm so faded A million (million, million, million) A million (million, million, million) A million (million, million, million) I'm so faded A million (million, million, million) A million (million, million, million) A million (million, million, million) I'm so faded A cup of liquor with some Swishas, I'm so sweet This shit I'm blowin' make Bo Peep move four feet OG, sprinkle keif leaf on mine This watermelon make you wanna eat the rind East of Vine, Sunset Boulevard Roll it up, take a hit, but don't pull it too hard I seen a lot of fools ball out They try and join the Snoop Dogg smoke session, then fall out I spent a million on bud in 1992 And now I get it for free, like I'm supposed to Chose my venda', open my winda' Pull some kush lit out with hash, in the blunt and I blend them Rewind cha', remain, and rememba' 'Cause I'm choppin' and droppin' trees, screamin' out timber! Advocate, always push dro One of the reasons my face is on Mount Kushmore (A million) And you wanna know how I feel? I'm so faded A million (million, million, million) A million (million, million, million) A million (million, million, million) I'm so faded A million (million, million, million) A million (million, million, million) A million (million, million, million) I'm so faded I've been in space before one time And I swear that I was not dreamin' No I was not dreamin' (I'm so faded) I've been in spaceships once or twice And I swear that I was not dreamin' Cuz' I was not sleepin' (I'm so faded)

You start as lil' bro Then you big bro You start as lil' homie Then you big homie Niggas know me The bitches know me Salute to the Goonies Do a stick up for me When I die blow some weed Pour some liquor for me Know I keep working the whip You couldn't get up on it I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off Looking at the stash house Could tell you what the dirt is for I could get deeper with it Tell you what niggas murder for All this fly shit that we living for Superstitious hand is itching I'm bout to get it though Can't trust niggas The UZI is by the kitchen door Be careful what you be wishing for Well to the well is empty What is money for Can't get nothing from nothing I prove different though But never say you gettin' the money Cause they be snitchin' y'all Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack This shit is dreamy Got me weeding bout Nefertiti Bora Bora for a week When I leave Tahiti Campin' ain't' easy but the game still need me Only reason I'm around still I never got greedy The trippy thing about life Is you could live forever Keep your name good In the streets I'm tryna' do better Paper drip with sauce Yeah burnin' nice and slow Another million from the road I'm tryna buy another home I miss the jack, big forty on my lap While I'm ridin' a lot of good keep dyin' Half a pound to the neck I'ma grind tll I see the sunrise We don't rest man We don't even flex now We just feel blessed to wake up In the morning and take another breath Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later Fuck I hate her Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud When my loud niggas have it drippin' From the joint up in my fingers Dead ringers, Rig slingers No blue dreamers Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter Watch these bitches change up their demeanor The grass is greener A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right It's all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass To the spot, payment, all cash So let me light this one and make it smell lovely No matter what you do you could never be above me I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song Mind gone Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

Shiftin' lines from the paradigm sublime On the streets of Cali, yo what's goin' on in town Wanna see my name in lights like a star gleamin' I wanna make you feel somethin', excorcise your demons Every day's a struggle, tryna make a bundle How can you stay humble when the streets love you I got a bad habit, I'm a winning-addict Livin' in sin, tragic life is fucking short damn it Can't afford wasting time when life happens Gotta get to everyday like the days are trappening Now we worldwide, it means worlds collide And we killing everything, so rather die We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate Lost in the smoke, I knew I came from nothing Inhale, exhale like the pain is nothing Picadas drops and I need the vein conduction Toke's real cheap if it's the same for suction Turn on the beat, the feejees came from something Hit the screen, spit flame and leave you a brain concussion We all play games though none of you niggas call foul New York nigga, but you know I'm smokin' that North Cal See ya landin' in, we have the right to the board now Rather smoke four pounds than hit you with the four pound So you want juice, then visit me at the store now I was gettin toward now, before I tore, tore down Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam I got to burn it let's be real I'm wit, burnin' it be real Twenty-four-seven high is always how I be feel We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate All dedication, no education Livin' life every day like I'm on vacation Beach houses seem to be my favourite destination Fake friends, I'm sick of seeing smilin' faces Look, twenty years got him shook Another loss took, cold hearted crook What a vision I just wanna see my daughter smile Money pile in the closet man that shit is wild Love the struggle, it just made the hunger much realer I'm on top, millionaire, ex drug-dealer I bet the smoke in my lung burn much cleaner Than burnt rot with a toolie on those street-sweepers Bulletproof Cadillac that shit is presidential Pretty model bitch, got great potential Dirty money hidden all in the Renault Top dog in the game, I'm on another level We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate