California's Finest

Lyrics

Lamborghi' and lemon tree, baby that's our destiny
 When you smokin' next to me that cookie gets the best of me
 Smokin' on the finest, smokin' on that finest
 That California finest, that California finest
 Smokin' on the finest, smokin' on that finest
 That California finest, that California finest
 I'm smokin' the finest trees that money can buy
 OG Kush top shelf, satellite supply
 You say that you smoke the best but that's a lie
 My OG told me that if you ain't coughin' then you ain't high
 Roll up the satellite, can you pass me a light?
 12 grams in a cone, 14 rolled it tight
 Half a pound every night, edible, take a bite
 Maybe I should take a light, smoke a pound out of spite
 Vanilla cream in the sprite, three lines, do it right
 No cups take the light, a baby blunt before I spark
 Waxnate on the wood, I roll it like a work of art
 High grade, A+, we don't smoke no weak shit
 Got a Cali blunt and a Texas cup
 My weed great and my mud thick
 Smokin' on the finest, smokin' on that finest
 That California finest, that California finest
 Smokin' on the finest, smokin' on that finest
 That California finest, that California finest
 Yeah we be sippin' playa, then you rollin' up
 Yeah we gettin' high, we stoned as fuck
 And these model bitches wanna roll with us
 I got a hunned on a bomb, roll a dutch
 But the tatted boys they don't smoke like us
 Yeah we gettin' blown and we throwed as fuck
 Get your lighter out if you going up
 I'm with Paul Wall and Bash pourin' up
 I got a pound of that purp in the deck
 You so gone like I'm catchin' a cab
 Losin' my brain, man I'm gone off the dabs
 Blowin' that strong, we call it the gas
 Hittin' it fast, sippin' it slow
 Eyes sittin' low, I'm gettin' the dough
 It's all that I know, it's all that I know
 I'm gettin' the swisha and I roll up some more
 Smokin' on the finest, smokin' on that finest
 That California finest, that California finest
 Smokin' on the finest, smokin' on that finest
 That California finest, that California finest
 Yeah that weed porn, Insta Weed
 Scrollin' down my timeline
 Cause I blow these sticks with the baddest chicks
 And I'm always up in Hightimes
 I'm a Hempcon, champion, blowin' on these moon rocks
 I roll two chops above 2Pac, and I never smoke that woop-wop
 Lamborghi' and lemon tree, baby that's our destiny
 When you smokin' next to me that cookie gets the best of me
 Lamborghi' and lemon tree, baby that's our destiny
 When you smokin' next to me that cookie gets the best of me
 Smokin' on the finest, smokin' on that finest
 That California finest, that California finest
 Smokin' on the finest, smokin' on that finest
 That California finest, that California finest
 You knamtambout?
 I'm a OG triple OG, can't tell me shit, you knamtambout?
 Roll that fronto up, roll that AU, roll that gold leaf up mayne
 We ain't rollin' out the G-pack
 We rollin' out the turkey bag, you knamsayen?
 Roll up that satellite slugga in that AU leaf
 That's how we get down mayne
 Can't tell me shit, legalize it

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Duration
03:48
Key
1
Tempo
130 BPM

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