Half Ounce Quarter Pound

(альбом: Freebasing With Kevin Bacon - 2012)

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
D-d-d-d-damn, never smoked nothing like this in my life
Pack it in a pipe, put it to a light
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, I ignite
I'm high as a kite
Levitate through a fucking room, I'm in flight
Nigga so geeked that I ain't feeling right
And I just wanna come down, get back home from Mars
Call a fucking paramedic cause I feel like I'mma die
Party 'til my death, cardiac arrest
Heart beating out a nigga mothafucking chest
Dawg what'd you put inside this weed, is it laced?
Cause I feel like I got bugs eating all around my face
They in formation, California Kush
Shit so loud like a ho that need a douche
Like I'm in a coma need a motivator push
There a nigga go, with the dope boys dough like,
Let me get a can I get a

[Hook]
Half ounce, quarter pound
Roll it, smoke it, feeling good [4x]
Roll it, smoke it, feeling good,
Roll it, smoke it, feeling good,
Half ounce, quarter pound,
Roll it, smoke it, feeling good [2x]

[Verse 2: Aleon Craft]
Eighth, half ounce, quarter pound
Yep, nigga fix my order
All different flavors and I'm 'bout to, burn it, down
In my 'Lac with the preacher's daughter
Windows rolled up so the smoke just loiters
My paint swag boss sit the rims on tortoise,
Now I'm looking spaced out cause I'm really spaced out
Plenty Mary Jane all satellites cordless
Big bag of Wi-Fi, smell it when I fly by,
Look at these colors, loud packed full of tie-dye,
Out of here, I'm high, see you later, bye-bye,
Grinding up fresh fruit while I'm eating pantie,
Pomegranate, red eye, pineapples, man I
Can't seem to focus seeing double never pans out,
What it is? See her look her tongue out
When I pull that bong out, fuck it baby girl pull your pants down

[Hook]
Half ounce, quarter pound
Roll it, smoke it, feeling good [4x]
Roll it, smoke it, feeling good,
Roll it, smoke it, feeling good,
Half ounce, quarter pound,
Roll it, smoke it, feeling good [2x]

[Verse 3: Dizzy Wright]
Young nigga with a flat top, see the smoke in my back drop
Niggas hating on the internet, only cause I can't run up in your house
And lay yo head on yo laptop, crack rock, with the rap spot,
To the top man, I'm 'bout that, the loud pack made a soundtrack
All around the world with a sound that,
Make 'em wonder where I hid the fucking bomb at
Bomb sack, I'mma medicate, living life for a better day
I wonder where niggas think I'mma be at the end of the year
12/21/12 2012? Hell, I ain't really tripping I'mma get it while a nigga here!
End of the year, I'm killing 'em all, (true)
Speak my mind, then I'm sending it off
Hitting the booth, smoking like I'm chilling wit Snoop
And if it's money then I'm getting involved
I told you motherfuckers I ain't finna play 'round,
Playground rappers finna fucking lay down
Hear that AK sound (BLAH!) killing every rapper,
You ain't safe in the safe house
Las Vegas route, with a fucking Bay crowd
Jarren Benton brought a motherfucking A crowd
So A1 that I'm A+, hit up Aplus, to shoot a damn video at Dame house
Same crowd but we make moves, work hard, had to pay dues
Getting money still the same dude, sellin my soul something that I can't do
Tell these bitch niggas, betta make room
Less cheap for the best weed, West Coast not Cali, but the LV
Half ounce, quarter pound for the low, low key
You could probably slide through around next week
I'm the nigga that you need to know

[Hook]