PNL (feat. Dee, Muelas De Gallo, Ramón Cortéz & Yoga Fire)
Alemán
PNL (feat. Dee, Muelas De Gallo, Ramón Cortéz & Yoga Fire)
It's your boy, D-Dr Zupreeme
All night among smoke
Pure Holy I smoke
While I roll another blunt
I put on a chain and head to the studio
Used to buy a dime bag, now we got a million
The smell of weed always follows me wherever I go
I have a better time when I'm high all day
If I have your ass on me, baby, you know what's up
She asks me to roll up
But we've smoked more than twenty blunts, nothing hits me
We better get a good buzz, hit the streets
Now I'm way too high
Let's go on a trip, when are you leaving?
Until you come, of course, there's nothing else
I tell her: Enough already
You forget almost everything and then say I don't even smoke
But what she never forgets is that I hit it hard
We're flying to peace
Light up the torch, pass me the wax
Give me the snow and hit the gas
I light up another hit, wake up early
Blunt in hand, flying high as hell
I don't sell it, just smoke it
Smoke daily until I pass out
Weed without seeds, weed without stems
Looks like it's from a dispensary
In the studio, yeah, we're smoking honey
We're making songs
Just like yesterday
Eating well, smoking good
I want the thousand-dollar one, also the hundred-dollar one
I'm really high, yeah
My eyes the next shade of red
Bullets rain outside, but I'm calm
Smoking ganja relaxes me, but I never forget
That if you fall asleep, they'll devour you, always on point
Damn, business and craziness, sounds like a corrido
Bullets rain outside, but I'm calm
Smoking ganja relaxes me, but I never forget
That if you fall asleep, they'll devour you, always on point
Damn, business and craziness, sounds like a corrido
Uoh-oh, yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh
Uoh-oh
I'm looking for some relaxation
Something to relieve my stress
A joint of the good stuff
I close my eyes and the sky lifts me
Now I don't want to come back down
Looks like you like to fly too
You look pretty, but in a rush
Hennessy straight without making faces
We're at a gangsta party
Smoking like a Rastafarian
A green joint
That makes you move your body, yeah, yeah
To solve my crisis (how, how?)
Flowers and pussies, two Pisces scorpions
Take it easy, I tell myself: Take it easy
Do what you know and that's it, it's not that hard
Drugged Barbies dance until dawn
Glassy eyes, Prada glasses
Mixed pills and they keep going like nothing happened
One comes to me without panties, says it all with her eyes
A lifetime to sin, a lifetime to score
A big dream to create, like in a Pixar movie
Eh, hedonist from birth
Ah, there's no vaccine for this cure
Bullets rain outside, but I'm calm
Smoking ganja relaxes me, but I never forget
That if you fall asleep, they'll devour you, always on point
Damn, business and craziness, sounds like a corrido
Bullets rain outside, but I'm calm
Smoking ganja relaxes me, but I never forget
That if you fall asleep, they'll devour you, always on point
Damn, business and craziness, sounds like a corrido