Demrick, Euroz, Dizzy Wright - Flavors lyrics
[Demrick, Euroz, Dizzy Wright - Flavors lyrics]
Ben's Dad: If it grows in the ground
It's probably okay (yeah)
Ben Stone: I mean I guess it
Worked like you told me not (yeah yeah
Yeah) to smoke pot all those years
And then I found out that you
Were smoking pot that whole time
Ben's Dad: Not the whole time, just
(Yah) in the evenings and
All day every weekend, not that much
Twenty minutes left (yeah yeah)
Ten joints rolled (yeah yeah)
Smoke five right now (Smoke up)
Other five at the show (Let's go)
Through the highs and the lows (Let's do it)
I be high, that's for sure (That's for sure)
This weed ain't for show (Nah)
It's all gettin' blown (Ayyy)
Hit the set, set the tone (Set the tone)
Elevaterz set the tone (Set the tone)
We next up for the throne (We up next)
They raw for the cones (Ay)
Thank Berner for the cookie trays I
Use everyday when I'm at home
And thank Dizzy Wright for makin' shit we
Smokin' right when we on the road (Ay)
Gettin' OGs sent out to me
In different time zones (Let's go)
They said the hotel, details
We'll talk about it on the phone
(Shut the fuck up) i'm not Cali grown (Nah)
But I feel like Cali's own (yeah)
They all want them Cali clones (They do)
I'm forever Cali stoned
We got them flavors, put 'em in a paper
We burnin' backwoods down to our fingers
Flavors so many flavors
Flavors so many flavors
Time is changin', we ain't with them jokes
They used to listen to 'em when he spoke
All eyes on you but what you gon' do
To be different with all these results?
Dumpin' the bag
Rappin' these circles around 'em but won't
Let me jump in and splash
This should be against the law, I
Already know I'm a God
Don't talk out'cho ass
Take out the trash, this is rotation to us
I ain't been patient enough
I waited but this shit come natural to me
I'm fallin' back from the meat
And the dairy and
Cheese and the shit that we really don't need
Call up your radio plugs and tell
'em about the Dizzy OG
Malonate 'em with my vitamin D
How you think you gon' get higher than me?
Back to back a site to see
'cause I ain't never seen it
You sound like a psycho to me but
I swear I'm one of them ones
I really do this when twistin' up flavors
Of rasta without the Jamaican drums
That just full of power blowin' ghost
You can barely puff it with your baby lungs
We got them flavors, put 'em in a paper
We burnin' backwoods
(We burn some of the weed over here, man)
Down to our fingers (We know everybody
Nigga) flavors
So many flavors (We done tried it all)
Flavors (You know what it is)
So many flavors o-o-o oh
It's probably okay (yeah)
Ben Stone: I mean I guess it
Worked like you told me not (yeah yeah
Yeah) to smoke pot all those years
And then I found out that you
Were smoking pot that whole time
Ben's Dad: Not the whole time, just
(Yah) in the evenings and
All day every weekend, not that much
Twenty minutes left (yeah yeah)
Ten joints rolled (yeah yeah)
Smoke five right now (Smoke up)
Other five at the show (Let's go)
Through the highs and the lows (Let's do it)
I be high, that's for sure (That's for sure)
This weed ain't for show (Nah)
It's all gettin' blown (Ayyy)
Hit the set, set the tone (Set the tone)
Elevaterz set the tone (Set the tone)
We next up for the throne (We up next)
They raw for the cones (Ay)
Thank Berner for the cookie trays I
Use everyday when I'm at home
And thank Dizzy Wright for makin' shit we
Smokin' right when we on the road (Ay)
Gettin' OGs sent out to me
In different time zones (Let's go)
They said the hotel, details
We'll talk about it on the phone
(Shut the fuck up) i'm not Cali grown (Nah)
But I feel like Cali's own (yeah)
They all want them Cali clones (They do)
I'm forever Cali stoned
We got them flavors, put 'em in a paper
We burnin' backwoods down to our fingers
Flavors so many flavors
Flavors so many flavors
Time is changin', we ain't with them jokes
They used to listen to 'em when he spoke
All eyes on you but what you gon' do
To be different with all these results?
Dumpin' the bag
Rappin' these circles around 'em but won't
Let me jump in and splash
This should be against the law, I
Already know I'm a God
Don't talk out'cho ass
Take out the trash, this is rotation to us
I ain't been patient enough
I waited but this shit come natural to me
I'm fallin' back from the meat
And the dairy and
Cheese and the shit that we really don't need
Call up your radio plugs and tell
'em about the Dizzy OG
Malonate 'em with my vitamin D
How you think you gon' get higher than me?
Back to back a site to see
'cause I ain't never seen it
You sound like a psycho to me but
I swear I'm one of them ones
I really do this when twistin' up flavors
Of rasta without the Jamaican drums
That just full of power blowin' ghost
You can barely puff it with your baby lungs
We got them flavors, put 'em in a paper
We burnin' backwoods
(We burn some of the weed over here, man)
Down to our fingers (We know everybody
Nigga) flavors
So many flavors (We done tried it all)
Flavors (You know what it is)
So many flavors o-o-o oh