How a Shotgun Done

Hey yo it's Bini, lemme up
Hey everyone
Who wants to get high
Now I know you've probably experienced this
You all amped up man, you feelin' the vibe
You get up into your dude's house and you're like
Who wants to get high
Crickets, mediocre response at best
Just apathetic
But I'm telling you man
You walk up into a party, you're like
Who wants to do a round of Shotguns
Everybody just be like
What are you waiting for

By now
We've hit the bowl, had thirst quenched
Lit a few doobies, packed up Steve French
Got to find a steamroll, Cannon't go wrong
Have a rip to the song
Grab a bag and a bong
Hope ya brought some reefer along, cause imma host
A session right now, have a cannabis roast
To get the most, choose a wrap, no shell
Imma rap and tell you
How to shotgun well
Stuff ya wrap with a crutch, moist but tough
Break herb, bust up ya nuggets enough, just
Don't grind to dust, leave a bitta fluff
Hold ya wrap, pack, lick, twist and seal it up
Dry it out, rotate around
Careful not to burn yet
Keep the flame sound in its distance
Witness, how patience mounts
For soon enough the payoff is shotgun rounds
Getting down, having fun
Laughing all the way back after circle has run
Now that prep work's done, we can finally act, so
Someone grab the pocket fire from Jack

Extract ya blunt rolled, spark it and breathe
Two puffs a piece, send it left and repeat
Keep it rolling, pass round to everyone
Don't be greedy, bout half done is what we want
Leave enough so it won't burn out
Then ya blunt go reverse, cherry end in ya mouth
Wrap lips around carefully, expect to feel the heat yo
Hold it steady there's no need to retreat though
Go in like ya kissing, two inches, blow smoke
Migrate around the circle, flow and provoke
As a whole crew of smoke clouds lie in ya wake
With a group of dope smokers
Coughing sober to make
Crossing over to baked
A lotta motor and wait
Some cats got to acclimate to go for that pace
So now ya know the practice, step by step
But don't abuse the cactus
Or get up swept

A few more tips, monitor your lips
Careful if the cherry bit could turn bad quick
Pause, to flick ash, it could fall on your tongue
And remember left is law so ya don't skip over anyone
That's how a shotgun done



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Colombini
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