We roam, we roam, we roam in the car
The tacos, the honey, the week is in the stash
Don't mess with us, when we spray, we spray you in the hood
We escape, at night I become paranoid in the hood
My flash, I burn the hunger on the concrete
I forget all the problems, his mother
My weed, it's real on the cakes
Or the blood, knowing where it comes from

The weed, attacks your throat
Attacks your throat
The booze that fits in the pocket
That fits in the pocket
The weed, attacks your throat
Attacks your throat
The booze that fits in the pocket

Come on, let's squat, there's booze and good weed
And good weed
Booze and good weed
And good weed
Booze and good weed
And good weed
Booze and good weed
And good weed

Zgrr-zgrr, pa-la-pa
Zgrr, pa-la-pa
Zgrr-zgrr, pa-la-pa
Zgrr, pa-la-pa (come on, let's squat man)

Saturday night, we're still hanging out with friends
The THC level, which paralyzes us
Stories, we tell each other about the good old days
Very few of our dreams come true
The police and the guard show up
My spliff, the streetlight goes out
We just want to chill, with a view of the sea
Mary Jane, she wants to do

The weed, attacks your throat
Attacks your throat
The booze that fits in the pocket
That fits in the pocket
The weed, attacks your throat
Attacks your throat
The booze that fits in the pocket

Come on, let's squat, there's booze and good weed
And good weed
Booze and good weed
And good weed
Booze and good weed
And good weed
Booze and good weed
And good weed

Zgrr-zgrr, pa-la-pa
Zgrr, pa-la-pa
Zgrr-zgrr, pa-la-pa
Zgrr, pa-la-pa (come on, let's squat man)

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