Noid (feat. Devin the Dude & Snoop Dogg) - Berner & B-Real

Ayy bro, who got smoke? Swisher Sweet, Backwood, fronto, sky zone Pure hemp what I roll And a nigga need one pronto, I'm on High as the condo OG seasoned cilantro, I blow I think I left my wallet and lighter in El Segundo I can't believe it, believe it (damn) I do this shit every time, damn (every time) Get so very high and (so high) Then forget What I needed, I needed (what I need) Did one of y'all see if I, damn (can you?) Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out) 'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed) I fucked around and left my weed Oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed) I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up) Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, pull up to front, party goin' live Everybody happy when the Dogg arrive Boss in the building, party with a real one Pocket full of racks and still number one bonafide Show you right Post up with a few bottles, a few models Make a toast to the boss life, I do the honors I make the hits to make the deals to make the dollars And I smoke to that Reachin' in my Louie bag Tryna find that King Louie stash Yeah, I'm 'bout to do 'em bad Baby wanna take a flick I'm like, "Cool make it quick 'cause I still can't find my shit" Reach a little deeper, now I'm mad No weed in the party, all bad I'm in the parking lot, headed to the whip 'Cause now this party ain't shit I can't believe it, believe it (damn) I do this shit every time, damn (every time) Get so very high and (so high) Then forget What I needed, I needed (what I need) Did one of y'all see if I, damn (can you?) Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out) 'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed) I fucked around and left my weed Oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed) I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up) Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, shit, I did it again Nigga movin' too quick, tryna get with my friends To get fucked up, I got my coffee cups and the brewskis But hold up, I noticed I'm missin' my ooh-weed Like Snoop D, I need at least two Sweets to soothe me Blunt wraps, Swishers and loose-leaf Now I got to go back to the crib And try to sneak in, I hope my gal don't shoot me Thinking I'm lying, I'm trying to have a good time Barbecue, music, the good vibes Wonder should I make a call to come through with an ounce When damn, I got two at the house Now I got to make a decision Should I hit the back door with precision? Or maybe I should bum from my coffee brothers They be gottin' Red Dead Redemption vision I can't believe it, believe it (damn) I do this shit every time, damn (every time) Get so very high and (so high) Then forget What I needed, I needed (What I need) Did one of y'all see if I, damn (can you?) Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out) 'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed) I fucked around and left my weed Oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed) I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up) Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy bro, who got smoke? Swisher Sweet, Backwood, fronto, sky zone Pure hemp what I roll And a nigga need one pronto, I'm on

Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself Leave it to beaver, America gon' legalize but I ain't believe her Til she finally did it Overworked but I'm still committed All things under the letter G, Snoop Dogg done did it Gracefully gazing unto the sky A lot of people smoke just to get by But I see things much differently Medically, physically, mentally, theoretically Put it in a letter so you let it be One day we'll all agree and have peace up under a big chronic tree If I had my way at 4:20 every day you could blaze a J And not have to answer to nobody I live my life like it's a party So let's go cuz So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high) Na-na-na-na-na-nananana I blaze up soon as I raise up from out of my sleep I got me a sweet I hope they legalize it here, I'm tired of police You think you could smoke like my & Snoop, don't try to compete I'll still blaze with ya, fire that ho up If smoking weed is going down, then I'ma show up Weed is where I'm needed, it's a necessity If I ain't got it, little shit get the best of me I even put it in my food, I got a brownie recipe You eat one piece man your ass'll be fucked up for six or seven hours or so You don't like edibles? Then I got plenty of flowers to blow Smoke it in the paper, cigar, a bong Don't worry about the haters, just vibe to the song And do it however you please, you please Today's the day to smoke weed So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana Damn, a pound ain't really nothing now Remember smoking with my cousin Now we all Raw cone stuffing Enough to wake neighbors up KK my favorite flavor And you ain't gotta ask cause we major I smoke like them old players Only put it in the paper I just started recently letting niggas smoke blunts around me Known to keep the room cloudy Get a bad bitch, sit her down, let her smoke, now she open The best trees I be smoking Smell it through the bag so it's potent Even get it on the plane, TSA don't even notice Ran in the burner, he done taught a young nigga how to grow it A pothead but I be focused And it ain't in my session if it's bullshit Only the best what you dealing with It's legal now, everybody's doing this So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana Go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up So go ahead and put your J's up Na-na-na-na-na-nanana Na-na-na-na-na-nanana na Come and smoke with me tonight, tonight

You're constantly askin me for somethin And when I say no you get mad, and you be wonderin Am I tryna act funny (no!) about some money I got you baby, you wanna share it with Sonny Well it ain't that much, and what I got I really need it I can't be givin Diana my dollars like Billy Dee did Keep your own hair fixed, get your own nails done Make your own money in case I don't have none But maybe you're hopin I'm a star and you might feel I'll pay a note on your car or a light bill Didn't catch it when you asked me did I come in a benz And did I have enough room for you & some of your friends, but Then it hit me You was bout tryna get some money, yup straight bullshit me (no!) Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you ain't even gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) And if I asked you to help on my rent, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) You like to smoke all the time All my weed, ya eyes lower than mine But shit I ain't trippin, I bought a couple of dranks To get you drunk, dig in ya pussy and get my knuckles to stank A couple of bucks for your tank, yeah I'm cool with that But after I give you this cigarette and you keep askin for shit I'mma ask you if you think it is a lack of respect To pull out my dick and put it on the back of your neck Cuz see these women'll wait, bitches'll beg And 50, 60 dollars just might get you some head But I'd rather spend my money on some weed and wine It seems pussy should be free, ain't no need in buyin it Why don't you go half with me? But just like I thought, you was out to bullshit me Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you still ain't gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) And if I asked you to rub on your clit, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) Now you asked me to buy you some gear You said you was tired of wearin the same bullshit all year Them big ol titties and ass is what you use to catch Niggas to buy expensive clothes with shoes to match I'll get some booze and a sack and we can hit the Kings Flea market shop till we drop, I'll probably get you a ring Around your collar want some dollars, hell I'll just foot the bill Give you a new pearl necklace and some polish for your grill I'm glad that I can satisfy the women with needs But when you want too much I'll put Jimmy up in you then leave I got three minutes left on my phone card Times are tougher than my dick when I'm on hard Can't do nothin for a bitch who can't do nothin for herself But you tryna squeeze a nigga until there's nothin left Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you still ain't gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) Or help me to get my transmission fixed, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!)

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