Zah Zah
Yeah yeah uh huh uh huh
Good crud good crud
No mud just crud my nigga
Yes sir aye
Before they called it za za
We just called it ganja in every studio off of heavy marijuana
You smoke with me I guarantee that he's a goner
Come fuck with me and see the life of a stoner
This the life of a stoner life of a stoner
I keep a wood because I love to roll them longer
She fuck with me because I smell a little stronger
My name ring from state to state and cross the borders
Everywhere I don't belong they ask me what I'm smoking on
Some type of exotic I'm so high forgot what I be on
Just know it's strong shorty hit my wood when she want to be grown
Three fives wide as a receiver got me in the zone
I'm hoping that they caught that
Trees so sticky that he asked me for a clone
I like to roll my own shit if you can't fill up yo cone
You niggas know you wrong
I can't match yo blunts if it don't last the whole song
I'm listening to oldies pour up Dussè for my homies
Off that Rick James switching lanes like I'm Smokey
I ain't tripping never slipping used to beg these hoes to post me
The way I'm padding stats the baddest women call me Brodie
Before they called it za za
We just called it ganja in every studio off of heavy marijuana
You smoke with me I guarantee that he's a goner
Come fuck with me and see the life of a stoner
This the life of a stoner life of a stoner
I keep a wood because I love to roll them longer
She fuck with me because I smell a little stronger
My name ring from state to state and cross the borders
Good crud good crud
No mud just crud my nigga
Yes sir aye
Before they called it za za
We just called it ganja in every studio off of heavy marijuana
You smoke with me I guarantee that he's a goner
Come fuck with me and see the life of a stoner
This the life of a stoner life of a stoner
I keep a wood because I love to roll them longer
She fuck with me because I smell a little stronger
My name ring from state to state and cross the borders
Everywhere I don't belong they ask me what I'm smoking on
Some type of exotic I'm so high forgot what I be on
Just know it's strong shorty hit my wood when she want to be grown
Three fives wide as a receiver got me in the zone
I'm hoping that they caught that
Trees so sticky that he asked me for a clone
I like to roll my own shit if you can't fill up yo cone
You niggas know you wrong
I can't match yo blunts if it don't last the whole song
I'm listening to oldies pour up Dussè for my homies
Off that Rick James switching lanes like I'm Smokey
I ain't tripping never slipping used to beg these hoes to post me
The way I'm padding stats the baddest women call me Brodie
Before they called it za za
We just called it ganja in every studio off of heavy marijuana
You smoke with me I guarantee that he's a goner
Come fuck with me and see the life of a stoner
This the life of a stoner life of a stoner
I keep a wood because I love to roll them longer
She fuck with me because I smell a little stronger
My name ring from state to state and cross the borders
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Writer(s): Anthony Williams
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