[Chorus]
Lit like a stick
Rolling blunts we be burning
Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning
Lit like a stick
Rolling blunts we be burning
Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning
[Verse 1: The Kid]
Roll it up, spark it up
Take a hit or two
Puff and pass with my n--ga Zoo
Doing what we do
Looking back to the seventh grade
Where I took my first rip
And it took me to a place
Where I was on a trip
Where I was lit
Where I was chiefing, smoking, blowing, toking
Eyes wide open, I was chosen by the gods
Bangers like you ride
I slap you with the knob
And then you mob, just to chief the smoke
But, it's funny how these n--gas stay broke
But, they have enough money to buy weed and smoke
Until they choke and crow
I'm so stoked
But my mind be feeding on the trees that I be digging on
Meaning, feeding all the trees that I be on
[Chorus]
Lit like a stick
Rolling blunts we be burning
Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning
Lit like a stick
Rolling blunts we be burning
Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning
[Verse 2: Nonames]
I'm lyrically capable
Strong enough to any opponent, the trees
My Dickies creased, you cease to exist
Soon as I spit on my weed
Poting, we gigantic
Acid, you n--gas smidgen
Can't fake it, I'd rather spark it and see if they could listen
My class dripping
Trigger happy, acting as if
The last shoe was freaky, fantastic
Get the work outlike we were savage
Cold war, n--ga for the hole
Down, n--ga Vacaville
Paint it up with daffodils
Rather chill, sack a Jill
For the S-T, R and the E-S, S for the weekend
'Til the morning to the evenings
Eating like I'm feeding for some new chance
Spark another one for the emcees and the cool kids
Stupid
[Chorus]
Lit like a stick
Rolling blunts we be burning
Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning
Lit like a stick
Rolling blunts we be burning
Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning
[Verse 3: Gardeezy]
Ready to rock the mic
Before I do that
Ignite a blunt, so I can feel alright
Some nights, some type, on a different type of level
Feel a different type of mellow
Stuff my weed in cigarillos
Menos umo in mi grupo, pero yo no me preocupo
Porque, that's more tree for me
Yo no te escucho, 'cuz this weed is fucking loud
Bouncing high up on the cloud
Hearing things I never heard, or so it sounds
It might seem crazy, but I'm loving you, baby
From the stem up to the top of your head
You got me hazy, feeling lazy
But, it's all gravy, baby
'Cuz I'm down to spend the rest of my life with you
Never a maybe
[Chorus]
Lit like a stick
Rolling blunts we be burning
Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning
Lit like a stick
Rolling blunts we be burning
Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning
[Verse 4: HideandSeekZoo]
Ay yo, I'm rolling up the trees
Smoking blunts to the maximum
You know I got fire, or enough to come and match your blunt
Using pocket change to buy a swisher, and split it
Rolling up and then I hit it
Mary Jane, I stay committed
Motherfucker, why try? Mother, I lie
Mother, I'm high
You can look into my eyes, and soon you'll realize
This motherfucker's high, and it's funny
You know I hit the blunt, like that bitch got my money
I spit, hot bars
And I hotbox the cop's car
Music fully blasting at the house, you better knock hard
We can't hear you, plus we rolling up the J's
It's the HideandSeekZoo and you know that I stay-
[Chorus]
Lit like a stick
Rolling blunts we be burning
Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning
Lit like a stick
Rolling blunts we be burning
Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning
[Verse 5: Bola]
I'm so faded, X-rated, and elevated
Off the herb that God created
Puffing on this god's gift
My n--ga it's not a myth
How I be making blunts disappear like a magic trick
I'm lifted, I'm in another dimension
But, still I'm twisting another spliff
'Cuz this shit don't quit
I'm lit like a stick
Taking trips, back and forth to cop a swish
Roll it up and then I take a toke
Feel it in my lung and throat
Strictly fucking with the rope
Never fucking with these hoes
Getting dough is all I know, 'til a n--ga gotta go
And for those who don't know, My name is Bola
And I go
My nigga, Cesar, pass the dope
[Chorus]
Lit like a stick
Rolling blunts we be burning
Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning
Lit like a stick
Rolling blunts we be burning
Keeping it lit from the night 'til the morning
