POTLUCK - Hot Box Anthem lyrics

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Potluck! Roll up the window

Dank alumni, back up in this bitch

Roll up the window

It's fucked up, I'm too high, and I still want more

And it's fucked up that we have too much good weed to ignore

So we closing all doors and closing all the windows too

Hope you ain't smoking, watch what secondhand will do

It's the hotbox anthem, it's not a joke, put your hands up

The room is filled with smoke, so many blunts you can't stand up

Humboldt bud shows in high times magazine

And where I'm from, were fillin bags of weed for Halloween

Get in the truck, hit the blunt, get the visine

Roll the windows up, were puff n tuff till our eyes bleed

Five jays a day the only way to get by

This ain't fake like the movies half baked and how high

Walked into a party ain't got no ice on

But I got the best weed you seen in your life dog

Hit it you might fall, I'm right in my life ya'll

And critics talkin shit like this is a gimmick, fuck all ya'll!

This ain't a club song shakin and dancing

This ain't a love song singing and romancing

This ain't a pop song about your favorite fashion

Were here to smoke a blunt, this is the hotbox anthem

Hop into my hotbox AKA my office, I got it

It's Mr. Garth-culti-vader growing these pounds of purple chronic

When I get up on it most people call me the reefer doctor

Living in the tent with my twelve gauge watching for helicopters

I broke you off something kind of proper when I go get?

I'm watching out for crooked coppers in my golden state

I can't stop it Mary Jane is out on another day

I'll just wait till my harvest? With some grapes

Not the ones from Napa but believe people be coming after this rapper

Because they know I'm a fuckin disaster

When I bring the master kush straight from the plant stalks

Id like to welcome everybody to this hot box

Roll up the window smoking on a blunt, roll up the window turn the music up to bump

You ready to burn? Yep. Ok cool.

Let's blaze up every molecule

Well I got a few well make gravity is on top of you

Fuck yeah! I got it, I'll hit it up in my spare time, I'll get ya high

I'll get that lighter, I got some fire, do it quick before expire

Showin em I was born to roll like I was master ace

So whatcha talkin about suburban for dubs

I'm talkin ace straight to the face

It's dank alumni, we smoking brass and weed

This smells like ass to me when you have to breathe

Cause every time I go to inhale, it's like?

Pack that bowl, hit it homie, you passed out

I'm doin dope fo sho, smokin trees, getting slow

Everything turns to I don't know

I don't wanna quit so I still roll

Man I still blowin my dough

Let's go get high like was sup?

Only time I shut the fuck up

Is every time the windows go up

So if you hotbox, hit it hard till it hurts

So I can get to the other side like? Trying to convert

This is dank alumni, we make fascia aroma therapy

Smokin cultural taking out a teepee like a Cherokee

A belished desire to smoke

Clouds developing start taking shapes lookin like the holy ghost

Don't you break the tag cough a drop ash in the interior, the hot box

I swear you'll be short in breath that'll make you inferior, that's top notch

Marijuana songs that beats the bounce of girls of hop scotch

Rollin blunts the size of redwood trees, joints the size of sasquatch

Inhale steam to let's your eyes sink

Whirling spells casted to reveal reflect the thoughts that I think

Positive progress towards liberation

No org local laws dedication the process

Blaze your favorite band without the guilty conscious

I roll ounces of bang

More changes stay the same

I gotta hustle this game

You can catch me in my Chevy with my windows rollin up

Cause only you got perfect time to finish rollin a blunt

Still bumping gangsta rap

Still screaming fuckin cop like my car is on fire

When I'm cruising down the block

It's Smokey in the inside like the hot box anthem

My weed gets your brain like your smoking Charles Manson

The east they're smoking Phillies, the west we Rollin switches

Some people packing bong hits, some people joint twists'

But me smokes it all got a PHD, that's a pothead degree, wrap pot, best believe

I'll smoke a couple of P's just modest of me

When it comes to havin fire, I'm as hottest can be

I'm smoking like a chief, notice me, I'm holding cheese

Cause up in Humboldt county all are money growing trees