La Plaza (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Snoop Dogg) - 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!)

Yeah Yeah, Russ, Wiz, Snoop Dogg I don't even smoke like that but (Oh yeah) I have been the past couple days, fuck it I said this kush is gonna take me away (Yeah), 'way, away I said this kush is gonna take me away (Say what?), 'way, away (What, what? What, what? What, what?) I said this kush is gonna take me away, 'way, away I said this kush is gonna take me away, 'way, away I don't need nothin' but a pound wit' a light Take me away, nigga sittin' on flight Sky-high, smokin' on a PJ, G shit, bangin' on replay OG snoop, no Ebay I don't see nothin' but the G way, my eyes on green like I'm D. Ray Money and kush, weed in my hands, burger in the bush, gettin' my bands Shit get major, got my own brand Whole lotta flavours, hunnid thousand in the stands Everybody feelin' good, ain't nobody out there hatin' today Nah, smoke it, make it understood Hit the kush and let it take you away, 'way I said this kush is gonna take me away, 'way, away I said this kush is gonna take me away, 'way, away I said this kush is gonna take me away, 'way, away I said this kush is gonna take me away, 'way, away It's 1 AM and I'm just ridin' 'round town Had a girl in São Paulo, I'll fly her right now Don't send me emoji with the bright eyebrow Tell me something good right now I'm feelin' like, ooh, ooh Okay This KK got me feelin' cray-cray I just got a pound and I smoked it all the same day This cookie got me feelin' like a rookie I just took three puffs, got super high, that's how it should be This purple got me in a circle Better slow it down before you hit it, it'll hurt you This lemon got me feelin' finished I won't ever stop, been blowin' smoke since the beginnin' Ya' feel me? I said this kush is gonna take me away (Yup), 'way (Let's go), away (Let's go) I said this kush is gonna take me away (Yup), 'way (I mean), away (Yeah, yup) I said this kush is gonna take me away, 'way, away I said this kush is gonna take me away, 'way, away It's 1 AM and I'm just ridin' 'round town Had a girl in São Paulo, I'll fly her right now Don't send me emoji with the bright eyebrow Tell me something good right now I'm feelin' like, ooh (Yeah, yeah, whoa) Ooh (Yeah, yeah, whoa)

I wake up lonely in the morning and it feels so good Smokin' on some shit that you wish you could Jealousy, envy, please don't feel bad This weed iz mine, get your own bag A sack full of OG under lock and key None for the homies, this is all for me I got a blunt lookin' like a jelly palm tree Police roll by, I got nothin' on me 'Cause the smoke's already in the air I'm loped up with two braids in my hair All star with the khaki suit I'mma fuck around and take it back to classy suite On the East Side standin' on the DIP Back then my only weed was E-Y-E You so PYT and you're lookin' so fine I'm sorry, baby-girl, but tonight This weed iz mine This weed iz mine You can't have it This weed iz mine This weed iz mine You can't have it This weed iz mine Get back to the episode, sacks full of honey Out of this world This is church music, listen to the choir To burn my kush, you must use fire D-O double G like never heard before Smokin' that bomb like TAC-4 West Coast worldwide, sea shore to sea shore When's the last time you seen the G in the G4 (What?) Don't worry, I'll wait Time's tickin', I'm trippin', I'm slippin', I'll wait Into the zone where these whores on my dog bone A dog whistle and they download my ring tone And she's so hypnotized by this pimp's poem What I got here is mine, go and get your own I put beats to rhymes, get peace of mind OZ's to dimes and this weed iz mine This weed iz mine This weed iz mine You can't have it This weed iz mine This weed iz mine You can't have it This weed iz mine I hear niggers talkin' 'bout what they rollin' up Smell what I smoke 'fore the bag open up Good chance if you see me down smokin' one License to get a fundamental load of shit Real nigger, blow a reefer, I is old enough If I'm in a building, it's hard not to notice it Hit a really sad dog, I got some whores to fuck I'mma fall through with the ounce shit Don't trip, bitch, we go all set, load a whole zip Let you hit mine, plus you supplyin' your own little bit My nigger get high and let the whores twist Say you don't fuck with how you rolled it They ain't smokin' like us I'm rollin' up haters, they be burnin' for hours And if it's found I'm smokin' the whole thing inside This weed iz mine This weed iz mine You can't have it This weed iz mine This weed iz mine You can't have it This weed iz mine I got a roll for you, do you wanna smoke with me? I wanna smoke with you, do you wanna smoke with me? (I wanna smoke with you) I got a roll for you, do you wanna smoke with me? (I got a roll for you, if you wanna smoke) I wanna smoke with you, do you, do you (Oh yeah, do you?) Do you wanna smoke with me? (I said I wanna smoke with you) Do you wanna smoke with me? (I wanna smoke with you) This weed iz mine This weed Hi you beautiful big butt bitch Mary know unless me and her forget Inlets swam lil buddy I dont want to bet its planned like summerslam Wrestlemania Lol plan the weed has first class prediction Projected too stick on walls it grows in ground know how did It happen must be gods plan Got the game twisted even when I'm chubby look like the son of sam One hundred trips to Japan one hundred days Fast on money dipping stick into alba in honey What u want me to hit bummy I ain't bummed out Dont out in hale storms reform like gale She ain't walking slow like shell She will make it happen for a sea shell I want to see that pearl no smell unless u Mary well Ur not so jump on a cot cotton in cotton Fruit be out for u its looming Strewn all around the fame I see myself Above me like some fucked off streamers Can't help but think I'm in the show Breaking bad now i feel glad still bald Mr clean sold as methods how not to get dirty oh he seems sturdy

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