Aticeze 4:20 (part. Esencia Mx)

Weedhead, weedhead, weedhead

We're up here blazing
The cops down there passing
We're clouding the street
While the pigs keep searching for us

We're up here blazing
The cops down there passing
We're clouding the street
While the pigs keep searching for us

Chill, I roll a damn joint
Like in hell, damn eyes
First hit, dog, I hold it in, I don't cough
We like to hang outside playing suspicious

The hood where I roll, everyone’s a stoner
We don’t leave the stash, we roast our fingers
And if they light another, we’ll gladly smoke it
We scorch our lungs, looking for that stinky stuff

In Michoacán, luck’s on our side, no doubt we’re good
Light it up, let’s get nice and high
'Cause I’ve been smoking weed, dude, since I was ten
Hits of a hundred, all against the law

Give a kilo to each, however you want
The world’s crazy and so am I
I’m on that good stuff, just cruising
Flying up and down from the plane

A 500 hits me like a truck
I perfume every corner of my hood
I’m rolling up for the whole neighborhood, kid, just keep it down
This is for smoking out the block

Shut it, if you don’t like the smell, then screw off
Go hang with the stoner neighbors, better shout: Light it up
They probably got a joint, come on, hit it
We spin the damn joint like a flying dog

I got a 30 from Coyu stuck in my sock
I’m serving the good stuff, come on, this is a treat
For now, let’s burn another thousand-dollar blunt

We're up here blazing
The cops down there passing
We're clouding the street
While the pigs keep searching for us

We're up here blazing
The cops down there passing
We're clouding the street
While the pigs keep searching for us

I got a damn joint of the good stuff
24/7, dog, what I roll in the paper
They call the cops, dude, saying: That weedhead over there
Here comes the damn smoke, pig, I always smoke good

Stinky shit, I’m always perfuming myself
From the best bag, come on, kid, I don’t brag
My brain doesn’t rest, dude, I don’t zone out
Son of a bitch, look how high I got

From up here, I’ll make everyone want it
What’s in your hand? I’ll happily say: A damn joint
That guy to the airport, place me on the runway
Light the engines, driver, don’t mess it up

Put weed like gas to say I’m chatty
We reach the heights, come on, give it a boost
Up here, you don’t fall, it’s a blaze we got
Let’s go, dog, weedhead, come on, pull it out, Gimi-fy

Add some coke to it, come on, to get it turbocharged
I don’t know where we’re going, homie, we’re not headed anywhere
Like a fighter jet, look, I got tricks too
And I carry it in my lungs, kid, I’m not worried anymore

Coughing from the smoke, step aside
This dude doesn’t smoke weak stuff, please get a grip
Red eyes and laid back, check it out, kid, pay attention
If I pass you this joint, please hit it

We're up here blazing
The cops down there passing
We're clouding the street
While the pigs keep searching for us
We're up here blazing
The cops down there passing
We're clouding the street
While the pigs keep searching for us
Weedhead, weedhead, weedhead