Lyrics
The Humboldt County Sheriff’s Office seized what it’s calling the largest
marijuana bust in Humboldt County history — 100,000 marijuana plants worth
close to 500 million dollars, according to the sheriff’s office it was an elaborate setup that took days to eradicate
Stoner problems
100,000 marijuana plants
500 million dollars
Bitch I’ll blow ya head off
Blow-Bl-Blow ya head off
Bitch I’ll blow ya head off
Blow-Bl-Blow ya head off
I got that power, that fire, that loud
I got that power, that fire, that loud
Bitch I’ll blow ya head off
Blow-Bl-Blow ya head off
Bitch I’ll blow ya head off
Bi-bi-bi-bitch I’ll blow ya head off
I got that power, that fire, that loud
I got that power, that fire, that loud
Yooo
Blow the best green but I never buy
Call me a weed snob and I can’t deny it Rollin' up a fat blunt then I tell 'em to try it
«It's like gettin' your dick sucked by Selma Hayek»
Hit the weed, you’ll be seein' stars
You might have a little green but it’s not like ours
We hit the bush harder than a porno star
Humboldt — the whole world knows who we are
Ain’t nobody sellin' or rollin' it like us Like a 49er, but it ain’t the gold — it’s the green rush
OG brothers in the game like the Cold Crush
Thinkin' marijuana is the same, better hold up Pack a bowl when I load up Better hit the motherfucka when I roll up
I’m organic, got the name and it showed up Potluck bringin' the pain, we 'bout to blow up First he get the money, fuck the po-po
Then he finna get the power and the mojo
Then he finna get your pickup and he grow hoe
One little hitta, this’ll make you go slow-mo
Ridin' and a motherfucka blowin' shatter
call me a sinner but it doesn’t matter
I was gonna be a winner and nobody badder
If you’re rollin' up a binner better make it fatter
Potluck bitch
Put her to your lips and suck up upon this
We high from the bong now sippin' on Cris
You wanna battle my crew you’re gonna rest in piss
We get every strain and we can all benefit
You a rookie in the game so it’s all relative
Ain’t no questionin' this
We the best in the biz
Don’t be a little bitch
Take a hit of this shit!
Bitch I’ll blow ya head off
Blow-Bl-Blow ya head off
Bitch I’ll blow ya head off
Blow-Bl-Blow ya head off
I got that power, that fire, that loud
I got that power, that fire, that loud
Bitch I’ll blow ya head off
Blow-Bl-Blow ya head off
Bitch I’ll blow ya head off
Bi-bi-bi-bitch I’ll blow ya head off
I got that power, that fire, that loud
I got that power, that fire, that loud
I’m a weed snob
A stoner rap god
I got a glob
Heat up the nail, it’s time to blast off
Dabbed out
My brain’s on the trip to outer space
To contemplate my consumption
Of the herbal concentrates
I got more pounds than a heavyweight wrestla
And now my green movin' faster than a Tesla
I grow plants with deep roots
You think I’m Quest love
I got the best plugs and everywhere the best buds
Power when I’m puffin'
Purple in my circle
Green weed that make your moves slower
We call it the turtle
I control genetics like them chickens from the Colonel
You’re higher than a midget tryna run over some hurdles
Your eyes bloodshot
Your face bright red
You’re half dead, weed smoke blow ya head
Off
When you cough cause now you’re meetin' with the boss
I get some off
You got the cash, then we can talk
Bitch I’ll blow ya head off
Blow-Bl-Blow ya head off
Bitch I’ll blow ya head off
Blow-Bl-Blow ya head off
I got that power, that fire, that loud
I got that power, that fire, that loud
Bitch I’ll blow ya head off
Blow-Bl-Blow ya head off
Bitch I’ll blow ya head off
Bi-bi-bi-bitch I’ll blow ya head off
I got that power, that fire, that loud
I got that power, that fire, that loud
Stoner problems
