Jarren Benton, Dizzy Wright, A.Leon Craft - Half Ounce, Quarter Pound lyrics

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 fuckin' 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 beatin' out a nigga mothafuckin' 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

Half ounce, quarter pound
Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good
Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good
Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good
Half ounce, quarter pound
Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good

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
Grindin' up fresh fruit while
I'm eating pantie
Pomegranate, red eye, pineapples, man I
Can't seem to focus seein'
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

Half ounce, quarter pound
Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good
Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good
Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good
Half ounce, quarter pound
Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good

Young nigga with a flat top
See the smoke in my back drop
Niggas hatin' 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 fuckin' bomb at
Bomb sack, I'mma medicate
Livin' 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 trippin' I'mma get
It while a nigga here!
End of the year, I'm killin' 'em all (true)
Speak my mind, then I'm sendin' it off
Hittin' the booth
Smokin' like I'm chillin' wit Snoop
And if it's money then I'm gettin' involved
I told you motherfuckers I
Ain't finna play 'round
Playground rappers finna fuckin' lay down
Hear that AK sound
(BLAH) killin' every rapper
You ain't safe in the safe house
Las Vegas route, with a fuckin' Bay crowd
Jarren Benton brought a motherfuckin' 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
Gettin' money still the same dude
Sellin my soul somethin' 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