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jarren benton – half ounce, quarter pound (feat. aleon craft, dizzy wright) lyrics

d-d-d-d-d-mn, 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 f-ckin’ room, i’m in flight
n-gg- so geeked that i ain’t feeling right
and i just wanna come down, get back home from mars
call a f-cking paramedic cause i feel like i’mma die
party ’til my death, cardiac arrest
heart beatin’ out a n-gg- mothaf-ckin’ 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
sh-t so loud like a ho that need a douche
like i’m in a coma need a motivator push
there a n-gg- 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, n-gg- 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 sp-ced out cause i’m really sp-ced 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, f-ck 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 n-gg- with a flat top, see the smoke in my back drop
n-gg-s 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 f-ckin’ bomb at
bomb sack, i’mma medicate, livin’ life for a better day
i wonder where n-gg-s think i’mma be at the end of the year
12/21/12 2012? h-ll, i ain’t really trippin’ i’mma get it while a n-gg- 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 motherf-ckers i ain’t finna play ’round
playground rappers finna f-ckin’ lay down
hear that ak sound (blah!) killin’ every rapper
you ain’t safe in the safe house
las vegas route, with a f-ckin’ bay crowd
jarren benton brought a motherf-ckin’ a crowd
so a1 that i’m a+, hit up aplus, to shoot a d-mn 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 b-tch n-gg-s, 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 n-gg- that you need to know

- jarren benton lyrics

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