Potluck, Kottonmouth Kings - Roll Big lyrics

Ok we live in Humboldt county
And were smoking marijuana
Smoke more than Bill Clinton
Smoke more than Osama
Were smoking like a Rasta
We king like mufasa
The weed's getting richer
Gonna getcha than a gotcha
Potluck is rockin ya
Smashing like a monster truck
We smashin inside your truck
Ready to roll the fattest blunt
Mrs mary got me over plenty so I rhyme
My clock is broken, it's 420 all the time
So come and smoke the bestest bomb with me
Humboldt county got freshest marijuana trees
You'll never leave please
Believe it's not a joke
We got a lot of pot to smoke
This is the realist shit I ever wrote
Sometimes I hit the bong
Sometimes I write a song
Sometimes I do it both till my sack
Of weed is gone we the bomb and I'm a roll
A blunt 6 inches long
To which is why I'm getting
High till my vision's gone
Move along officer I got that?
I do my thing and legally I puff and drink
Keep it clean with a dream
I've been smoking since an early
Teen up in the scene you know what I mean
Make a pound of weed disappear ain't got no
Looks like they keep it hot in here
Don't be scared, Mary Jane for a beer
Any day of in a year
I'm coughin out my lungs
Smoke comin out my ear
Cause we roll big, roll big
But, if you got a little bit just roll big
Roll big
Rollin up the bud and you know this
Know this don't give a fck
The kings and potluck are here
To smoke the room up
All though a lot of people
Think that I'm crazy
Johnny richter I live my life
When go I'll be blazin
One of the biggest ganja head of weed smokers
No bud smokers only I'm a
Till the death toker
Playing video games and eating snacks
Fridge packed of what I
Need just got everything
Just go ahead and pass that muthafcka!
Munchies I be killin
My cabin is filled from the ground
All the way to the ceiling
If you didn't bring an ounce
Then you might just go ahead and bounce
The kings and potluck got no
Time to play around
This is business baby don't take it personal
Were makin major moves while
Your tryin make commercial
Suburban noize keep it goin ain't
Gonna stop our sound
We world wide taken over every underground
Kmk and kingspade keep it reppin strong
Daddy x, potluck, and richter
Man pass that bong! We all get toked back
Fat sacks keep popping out the backpacks
Were rollin baby on chronic blast
It's extra X on that bet
That was built to last
Connect California cannabis to the map
I hit and pass and we laugh in potluck's pad
From the red woods to the Tijuana flats
We keep them fat joints burning
Up good and fast i feel that I was
Crystal clear
Ganja leaves keep stinkin the atmosphere
Never fear when I'm tryin to
Ride by your side
See the police you don't even
Have to run and hide
Under an ounce you ain't even goin for a ride
I love this place like the
Smoke comin out my pipe
Wheres the lighter were getting
Higher than high tonight
Kottonmouth, potluck the recipe is right
The shit's tight