The Nun - Stoned Red Addicts

I'm from San Diego where the weed pops Where every other house is the weed spot (Yea) Got this shit on lock cuz every city tryin' be us Cuz we got that hybrid, ain't talkin' bout Prius Crusin' down Ocean View, with no ocean view (Nah) Just a whole lotta eses, and a whole lot of blue Comin' through here, you better get your mind right Or have your body on the curb like a LimeBike (Ha!) Mothafuckas die tryin' to stunt (Yea) Get their named mentioned by Kimberly Hunt (Urgh) I got no time for pussies tryin' to front I'd rather be in Cheetahs, smokin' a blunt But talk that shit, you will get decked Even if you're on stage, R.I.P. to X (R.I.P) See were chill, but we say what we mean Send them boys to touch ya like an iPhone screen (Ugh) We hustle hard, til the lights come on Then hustle harder when the lights come on We make this money when the lights come on City lights come on, city lights come on If you woke up broke, you got no reason to sleep I walk the boulevard of broken dreams and for the green I'm going hard like Brady going for his 6th ring Am I a bad man for wanting all the fine things? The fancy cars and diamond rings, bitch I want it all Everything that glitters and everything that gleams And everything ain't sweet, so baby we gon spark Swishers To get a better picture, order another round Champagne and a couple pitchers, I gotta have it For fuckin' all these niggas bitches, without permission Oh well, savage life mode, who am I to salvage hoes? Ain't your average Joe, on the yacht like Spence and Joe Got your girl wetter than the show at the Bellagio And that's word to my foreign bitches at Ventaggio Ain't worried bout spittin' bars, rappin' off the dome Only bars I want to handle are covered in gold We hustle hard, til the lights come on Then hustle harder when the lights come on We make this money when the lights come on City lights come on, city lights come on I'm up to no good cuz I'm sippin' on some Hennessy Thinkin' bout some money as I cruise down Genesee Hit the left (err), then I head down Balboa If I see a lick nigga, Ima boa If you're in Clairemont nigga, I better know ya Cuz I'm not gon tell ya nigga, Ima show ya When comes to Clairemont, I know all the back streets That's how I run this shit, like an athelete Cuz I'm light on my toes, I'm tight with my flows If I get stuck, I know where to go, since 3 years old Been my zip code, so if you ain't know, you better go (That way) But, be careful with the turns you do make Or you might be on channel 10 with a news break (Breaking news)

San Diego Killafornia Ain't afraid to run up on ya (now) I got nothin' but love for San Diego, California Blowin' Kush in the air And that lady right there looking hot like summer Don't be surprised when I run up Boss hoggin' the lane, got a problem put your gun up Before you catch a bolt to your dome, now your gone Out here in San Diego, California (Check it) I'm not a pastor, but I'm preaching on a pulpit Cuz a nigga ain't got time for that bullshit Cuz tomorrow ain't promised to no one, to no man So it's time for me to show them I got that S.D. formula, west coast product You thought Big Pitt made a beat for The Chronic Playin' original Sega, nugs look like Sonic Super Nintendo before hydroponics Fast forward now days, I can make the beat knock Wanna get blazed nigga? Meet me at the weed spot And I'm fuckin' with your bitch she saying the music that I'm makin' Can make her titties shake, and her knees pop I told your bitch come kick it, like Reebok No G-string easy for that G-spot That ass looking like two tea pots Nigga like it or not, turn it up I got nothin' but love for San Diego, California Blowin' Kush in the air And that lady right there looking hot like summer Don't be surprised when I run up Boss hoggin' the lane, got a problem put your gun up Before you catch a bolt to your dome, now your gone Out here in San Diego, California Better be strapped or have your homies with ya Trade those Jordan's for some hospital slippers Them hospital bills turn your girl to a stripper Meanwhile, I'm in London puffin' Jack The Ripper Haven't been to Brazil, but it's on the radar All these blunt wraps, rolling more than Neymar So much weed we might need a sponsor Ain't been to Fenway, but we got Green Monster Smoking with us, bring more than a Swisher Cuz these bowls are getting matched more than Tinder No, I don't know you or choose to remember You're irrelevant like the 26th of December Whether you're Beyonce or Andre I don't really give a fuck, fuck with me, I let the 9 spray If you ain't a shark better hide in the reef Cuz we Cadillacin dudes escalating the beef I got nothin' but love for San Diego, California Blowin' Kush in the air And that lady right there looking hot like summer Don't be surprised when I run up Boss hoggin' the lane, got a problem put your gun up Before you catch a bolt to your dome, now your gone Out here in San Diego, California

Well you'd think I know you better than that Gettin' lost in your American drag And if anybody's askin' Say I'm gettin' past it now But the shadow that you're casting's Waiting for the sun to come out I'm counting down the days until I wake up in her arms So if you're gonna stay the night I pray that I'll find Loretta when you're gone I'll keep writing all these letters to her When I find Loretta I'll know for sure Yeah her glow will send you reeling Nothing's gonna stand in her way She'll be shinin' 'til you feel it So try to find a place in the shade I'm counting down the days until I wake up in her arms So if you're gonna stay the night I pray that I'll find Loretta when you're gone I'm counting down the days until I wake up in her arms So if you're gonna stay the night I pray that I'll find Loretta when you're gone I'll find Loretta when you're gone I'll find Loretta when you're gone

Mmm, ayy what's up Speedin' in my Lambo, racin' Everybody in my gang is drug addicts Chyeah, ooh, ooh (brr), chyeah, chyeah Baby! Ooh! Whole gang full of drug addicts (Ooh, chyeah) Take a lot of shit, forgot what happened (Forgot what happened) I ain't gon' lie, I got a habit (Ooh, I got a habit) I swear to God, you can't be on my status (I swear to God!) Start the day off with a pint (yeah, brr-brr!) I'ma show you how to live life (yeah, ooh!) Take a lot of drugs, don't think twice (wow) I do this every day and all night (ooh, ooh!) Whole gang full of drug addicts (yeah, brr!) Whole gang full of drug addicts (chyeah, ooh, ooh, chyeah!) Whole gang full of drug addicts (brr!) Whole gang full of drug addicts (drug addicts) I been smokin' since I was eleven (ouu, eleven) I been poppin' pills since I was seven (chyeah, I was seven) Told my pastor I don't do confessions (hell nah) 'Cause I pop a lot of molly for my breakfast (oou, molly!) I ain't never listen to nobody (no!) In the courthouse off of ecstasy (god damn!) And your baby mama layin' next to me! (huh?) After she just sucked me I just told her ass to leave (bitch get out, ouu) Everybody 'round me, like, them opp-sies (brr!) I was too leaned out to drive the 'Rari (huh?) Made her ass wait two hours in the lobby (thot!) I can't go outside, 'cause I see papparazzi (chyeah, brr) Take another pill, now I'm feeling better (ouu, X) Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, yeah I'm a trend-setter (Gucci Gang!) Bustin' all on your bitch, wiped it off with my sweater (ouu!) I'm a drug addict, I'm richer than my professor (man, fuck school) Whole gang full of drug addicts (Ooh, chyeah) Take a lot of shit, forgot what happened (Forgot what happened) I ain't gon' lie, I got a habit (Ooh, I got a habit) I swear to God, you can't be on my status (I swear to God!) Start the day off with a pint (yeah, brr-brr!) I'ma show you how to live life (yeah, ooh!) Take a lot of drugs, don't think twice (wow) I do this every day and all night (ooh, ooh!) Whole gang full of drug addicts (yeah, brr!) Whole gang full of drug addicts (chyeah, ooh, ooh, chyeah!) Whole gang full of drug addicts (brr!) Whole gang full of drug addicts (drug addicts)