Potluck, Mr. Garth Culti-Vader, Absolute On End - Hotbox Anthem lyrics

[Potluck, Mr. Garth Culti-Vader, Absolute On End - Hotbox Anthem lyrics]

I'm fucked up
I'm too high but I still want more
And it's fucked up we got too
Much good weed to ignore
So we're closin all the doors
And the windows too
Oh, you ain't smokin? Watch what
Sencond hand will do
It's the HotBox Anthem, it ain't a joke
Put ya hands up
The room is filled with smoke
So many blunts you can't stand up
Humboldt bud shines in High Times magazines
And where I'm from we fillin up
Bags of weed for Halloween
Get in the truck, hit the blunt
Get the Visine roll up the windows
Were puff n tuff till our eyes bleed
Five j's a day the only way to get by
This ain't fake like the movies
Half-Baked or How High
Walk into the party, I ain't got no ice on
But, I got the best weed you seen in
Your life son one hit and you might fall
And the critics talkin shit
Like this a gimmick, fuck all ya'll
This ain't a club song with shakin and dancin
This ain't a love song
With singin and romancin
This ain't a pop song
About yo favorite fashion
We're 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 growin them
Pounds of purple chronic
When I get up on it most
People call me the reefer doctor
Livin in the tent with my
Twelve gauge watchin for helicopters
I broke you off somethin kind of
Proper when I go get?
I'm watchin 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
I'd like to welcome everybody to this hotbox

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 hit's
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

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