The Recipe - Bonus Track

Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Every mornin' when I wake up, uh
 Money on my mind, good time to get caked up, uh
 Sunshine comin' through my blinds, I'm livin', but
 Really though, it's never enough
 Ten million, that's a must, livin' in California
 Everybody wanna visit for women (weed and weather)
 They come for (women, weed, and weather)
 (For the women, weed, and weather)
 From all around the world for (the women, weed, and weather)
 These niggas'll kill fo' that, put it in yo' grill fo' that
 Still, everybody gotta build fo' that, me? I make mill's off that
 How the fuck y'all can't see I ride, when I drive, down the block, and you look outside
 H-A-T-E in yo' eyes, I enter big money for the enterprise
 It's a beautiful day, I guess, for a bitch to roll wit' Andre, I guess
 Roll it up, baby, come and lift that dress, then roll it up for me when I'm stressed
 You might catch me in Atlanta lookin' like a boss
 New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
 Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'
 But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'
 (Women, weed, and weather)
 They come for (women, weed, and weather)
 (For the women, weed, and weather)
 From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)
 Got that women, weed, and weather
 Don't it sound clever? Come and play
 What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A
 Uh, my nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some
 Three W's only for a three-day run, bitch
 Take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
 I be livin' in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
 Ribbon in the sky on the radio, 'cause Stevie know I control
 Let it breathe, I control, California livin' 'til I am old
 You want to be on, to peak on the charts
 So the peons can be gone, and pee on their hearts
 She in the coupe, she in the Neon
 'Cause she on the B.S. before we can start, uh
 Fuck wit' a nigga, ride wit' a nigga
 Let 'em know I'm priority, order me
 Hennessey and for my niggas
 OG Killa, call it Jason Voorhees
 Boy he on his job, boy, he sure be havin' the marks on they mark
 Pretty bitches and tire marks, let 'em inhale them pipe exhausts
 Let 'em reveal how much it cost for this life, controllin' my vice
 No way, hell no, uh-uh, if I'm wrong I don't wanna be right
 We want to be on, to peak on the chart
 So the peons can be gone, and pee on their hearts
 Women, weed, weather, it's not my fault
 That it's 82 degrees and my top peeled off
 You might catch me in Atlanta, lookin' like a boss
 New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
 Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'
 But nothin' like my hometown, I'm forever livin'
 (Women, weed, and weather)
 They come for (women, weed, and weather)
 (For the women, weed, and weather)
 From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)
 Got that women, weed, and weather
 Don't it sound clever? Come and play
 What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A
 Uh, known for that homegrown where I come from
 Smoke one, palm trees, double D's got 'em topless in the sun
 I shall proceed, that's me, motherfuck your opinion
 Huh, how many ways am I killin' 'em? Shit, right around a billion
 We on it, that mean we livin' for the moment
 That mean she'll fuck 'til the mornin', time and I got time
 And I know that I'm in a position of
 Controllin' anything out by that ocean
 I'm a boss, I'll buy that ocean, ain't nobody fuckin' with this
 They want that shit, they often fiend
 I give it to 'em, but in between
 My time, I gotta tie shoestrings
 Life's a trip when you want these things
 I often slip, and then I lean
 Toward three W's in life
 You know blow job need an application
 Eatin' pussy make appetite
 And, yeah, my type, I like 'em brown
 Just like my drink, the fuck you think?
 I don't fuck with no hand-me-downs
 See, if you fuck then it's after me
 You know how much I'ma make it work?
 You know her dress? Slip it in her purse
 When you discussed your love for lust
 Just make sure you visit here first, Cali
 You might catch me in Atlanta, lookin' like a boss
 New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
 Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'
 But, nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'
 (Women, weed, and weather)
 They come for (women, weed, and weather)
 (For the women, weed, and weather)
 From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)
 Got that women, weed, and weather
 Don't it sound clever? Come and play
 What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A
 Smokin' weed with you
 In the leaves, in the fall, in the fall, in the f-, in the f-
 I smoke with you
 'Cause you've taught me to, me to, to, me, me
 Smokin' weed with you
 In the leaves, in the fall, in the fall, in the f-, in the f-
 I smoke with you
 'Cause you've taught me to, me to, to, me, me
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've tau- me to, me to, to, me, me, me, me, to, to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Every mornin' when I wake up, uh
 Money on my mind, good time to get caked up, uh
 Sunshine comin' through my blinds, I'm livin', but
 Really though, it's never enough
 Ten million, that's a must, livin' in California
 Everybody wanna visit for women (weed and weather)
 They come for (women, weed, and weather)
 (For the women, weed, and weather)
 From all around the world for (the women, weed, and weather)
 These niggas'll kill fo' that, put it in yo' grill fo' that
 Still, everybody gotta build fo' that, me? I make mill's off that
 How the fuck y'all can't see I ride, when I drive, down the block, and you look outside
 H-A-T-E in yo' eyes, I enter big money for the enterprise
 It's a beautiful day, I guess, for a bitch to roll wit' Andre, I guess
 Roll it up, baby, come and lift that dress, then roll it up for me when I'm stressed
 You might catch me in Atlanta lookin' like a boss
 New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
 Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'
 But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'
 (Women, weed, and weather)
 They come for (women, weed, and weather)
 (For the women, weed, and weather)
 From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)
 Got that women, weed, and weather
 Don't it sound clever? Come and play
 What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A
 Uh, my nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some
 Three W's only for a three-day run, bitch
 Take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
 I be livin' in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
 Ribbon in the sky on the radio, 'cause Stevie know I control
 Let it breathe, I control, California livin' 'til I am old
 You want to be on, to peak on the charts
 So the peons can be gone, and pee on their hearts
 She in the coupe, she in the Neon
 'Cause she on the B.S. before we can start, uh
 Fuck wit' a nigga, ride wit' a nigga
 Let 'em know I'm priority, order me
 Hennessey and for my niggas
 OG Killa, call it Jason Voorhees
 Boy he on his job, boy, he sure be havin' the marks on they mark
 Pretty bitches and tire marks, let 'em inhale them pipe exhausts
 Let 'em reveal how much it cost for this life, controllin' my vice
 No way, hell no, uh-uh, if I'm wrong I don't wanna be right
 We want to be on, to peak on the chart
 So the peons can be gone, and pee on their hearts
 Women, weed, weather, it's not my fault
 That it's 82 degrees and my top peeled off
 You might catch me in Atlanta, lookin' like a boss
 New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
 Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'
 But nothin' like my hometown, I'm forever livin'
 (Women, weed, and weather)
 They come for (women, weed, and weather)
 (For the women, weed, and weather)
 From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)
 Got that women, weed, and weather
 Don't it sound clever? Come and play
 What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A
 Uh, known for that homegrown where I come from
 Smoke one, palm trees, double D's got 'em topless in the sun
 I shall proceed, that's me, motherfuck your opinion
 Huh, how many ways am I killin' 'em? Shit, right around a billion
 We on it, that mean we livin' for the moment
 That mean she'll fuck 'til the mornin', time and I got time
 And I know that I'm in a position of
 Controllin' anything out by that ocean
 I'm a boss, I'll buy that ocean, ain't nobody fuckin' with this
 They want that shit, they often fiend
 I give it to 'em, but in between
 My time, I gotta tie shoestrings
 Life's a trip when you want these things
 I often slip, and then I lean
 Toward three W's in life
 You know blow job need an application
 Eatin' pussy make appetite
 And, yeah, my type, I like 'em brown
 Just like my drink, the fuck you think?
 I don't fuck with no hand-me-downs
 See, if you fuck then it's after me
 You know how much I'ma make it work?
 You know her dress? Slip it in her purse
 When you discussed your love for lust
 Just make sure you visit here first, Cali
 You might catch me in Atlanta, lookin' like a boss
 New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
 Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'
 But, nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'
 (Women, weed, and weather)
 They come for (women, weed, and weather)
 (For the women, weed, and weather)
 From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)
 Got that women, weed, and weather
 Don't it sound clever? Come and play
 What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A
 Smokin' weed with you
 In the leaves, in the fall, in the fall, in the f-, in the f-
 I smoke with you
 'Cause you've taught me to, me to, to, me, me
 Smokin' weed with you
 In the leaves, in the fall, in the fall, in the f-, in the f-
 I smoke with you
 'Cause you've taught me to, me to, to, me, me
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've tau- me to, me to, to, me, me, me, me, to, to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Every mornin' when I wake up, uh
 Money on my mind, good time to get caked up, uh
 Sunshine comin' through my blinds, I'm livin', but
 Really though, it's never enough
 Ten million, that's a must, livin' in California
 Everybody wanna visit for women (weed and weather)
 They come for (women, weed, and weather)
 (For the women, weed, and weather)
 From all around the world for (the women, weed, and weather)
 These niggas'll kill fo' that, put it in yo' grill fo' that
 Still, everybody gotta build fo' that, me? I make mill's off that
 How the fuck y'all can't see I ride, when I drive, down the block, and you look outside
 H-A-T-E in yo' eyes, I enter big money for the enterprise
 It's a beautiful day, I guess, for a bitch to roll wit' Andre, I guess
 Roll it up, baby, come and lift that dress, then roll it up for me when I'm stressed
 You might catch me in Atlanta lookin' like a boss
 New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
 Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'
 But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'
 (Women, weed, and weather)
 They come for (women, weed, and weather)
 (For the women, weed, and weather)
 From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)
 Got that women, weed, and weather
 Don't it sound clever? Come and play
 What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A
 Uh, my nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some
 Three W's only for a three-day run, bitch
 Take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
 I be livin' in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
 Ribbon in the sky on the radio, 'cause Stevie know I control
 Let it breathe, I control, California livin' 'til I am old
 You want to be on, to peak on the charts
 So the peons can be gone, and pee on their hearts
 She in the coupe, she in the Neon
 'Cause she on the B.S. before we can start, uh
 Fuck wit' a nigga, ride wit' a nigga
 Let 'em know I'm priority, order me
 Hennessey and for my niggas
 OG Killa, call it Jason Voorhees
 Boy he on his job, boy, he sure be havin' the marks on they mark
 Pretty bitches and tire marks, let 'em inhale them pipe exhausts
 Let 'em reveal how much it cost for this life, controllin' my vice
 No way, hell no, uh-uh, if I'm wrong I don't wanna be right
 We want to be on, to peak on the chart
 So the peons can be gone, and pee on their hearts
 Women, weed, weather, it's not my fault
 That it's 82 degrees and my top peeled off
 You might catch me in Atlanta, lookin' like a boss
 New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
 Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'
 But nothin' like my hometown, I'm forever livin'
 (Women, weed, and weather)
 They come for (women, weed, and weather)
 (For the women, weed, and weather)
 From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)
 Got that women, weed, and weather
 Don't it sound clever? Come and play
 What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A
 Uh, known for that homegrown where I come from
 Smoke one, palm trees, double D's got 'em topless in the sun
 I shall proceed, that's me, motherfuck your opinion
 Huh, how many ways am I killin' 'em? Shit, right around a billion
 We on it, that mean we livin' for the moment
 That mean she'll fuck 'til the mornin', time and I got time
 And I know that I'm in a position of
 Controllin' anything out by that ocean
 I'm a boss, I'll buy that ocean, ain't nobody fuckin' with this
 They want that shit, they often fiend
 I give it to 'em, but in between
 My time, I gotta tie shoestrings
 Life's a trip when you want these things
 I often slip, and then I lean
 Toward three W's in life
 You know blow job need an application
 Eatin' pussy make appetite
 And, yeah, my type, I like 'em brown
 Just like my drink, the fuck you think?
 I don't fuck with no hand-me-downs
 See, if you fuck then it's after me
 You know how much I'ma make it work?
 You know her dress? Slip it in her purse
 When you discussed your love for lust
 Just make sure you visit here first, Cali
 You might catch me in Atlanta, lookin' like a boss
 New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
 Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'
 But, nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'
 (Women, weed, and weather)
 They come for (women, weed, and weather)
 (For the women, weed, and weather)
 From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)
 Got that women, weed, and weather
 Don't it sound clever? Come and play
 What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A
 Smokin' weed with you
 In the leaves, in the fall, in the fall, in the f-, in the f-
 I smoke with you
 'Cause you've taught me to, me to, to, me, me
 Smokin' weed with you
 In the leaves, in the fall, in the fall, in the f-, in the f-
 I smoke with you
 'Cause you've taught me to, me to, to, me, me
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've tau- me to, me to, to, me, me, me, me, to, to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you
 'Cause you've taught me to
 Smokin' weed with you