Give Me a Light - Droop-E, Berner, E-40

Just give me a light

Just give me a light

Just give me a light

Just give me a light

Somethin' like a player puttin' Cherry Pie in a paper plane

Keep it lit like a stadium, premium octane

Gas straight to the brainium, my girl Lithuanian

Get it?

She stay litted, get it?

Forget it you know what I’m sayin'

Can’t be duplicated, I’m illuminated

We do this frequently so the frequency’s raisin'

I consume so much green feel like Piccolo mane

Sippin' Slur' with a ho that look like she could be in videos

Lemonaded, catch me shinin' like a lamp, faded

Always motivated toastin' to the cultivation

Bosses over here, gettin' dollars over here

Peaceful, but you don’t want no problems over here

I’m everything colder than Icees

Cleaner than sanitizer, you’re sweeter than Hi-C

Ha, what you mean?

My money blue, my bud green

Put some Kush up in the air

And blow the smoke out everywhere

Just give me a light

If we gon' make this party right

Then everybody let’s get high

Just give me a light

Yeah, let me holla at 'em Droop-E

It’s April dub, we posted up in the club

With a bucket of that there vodka

In VIP poppin' collars

We smokin' that marijuana with somebody’s baby mama

Come get her, don’t want no drama, her coochie hot like a sauna

Big reefer in the air, Sativa (Sativa)

The owner don’t care, me neither

Prop sixty-fo, I got a seventy-oh, what?

Cutlass Oldsmobile, stick in the floor

I’m a brand, I got my own liquor man

Some spirits, some wine and beer you can buy in a tall can

My heart it don’t pump no fear, I’ll fuck you up, I got hands

Don’t let suckas get in my ear, love my family and all my fans

Bread Over Sucker Shit — BOSS

I got pneumonia, this turtle makin' me cough

I’ll say it once again if you don’t know

We call it turtle 'cause it’s green and makes you move slow

Biatch!

Let’s put some Kush up in the air

And blow the smoke out everywhere

Just give me a light

If we gon' make this party right

Then everybody let’s get high

Just give me a light

Hey my nigga

Can I hitch your funky ride to the dispensary?

I got my canibus card

'Cause I’m ready to go and cop me about an eighth of weed

I got thirty dollars

A case of Slurricane and some Swisher Sweets

I’m 'bout to pop my collar

Get the baddest bitch around me, baby that’s all I need

Let’s put some Kush up in the air

And blow the smoke out everywhere

Just give me a light

If we gon' make this party right

Then everybody let’s get high

Just give me a light

I need a Bic and a Thai stick

Yeah it’s hit, but it’s fly shit

Two hits make my mind flip

Yeah, all the way in The Yay-o

Big bank roll, here where the dank grow

Where the Cookie from?

Where the from?

And that pelli shit, I wish I could taste some

Big whale in the water, I be way too high to even worry 'bout drama

Cookied down from head to toe

I start a new grow, everywhere I go

Las Vegas and the city of trees

Keep a real fly bitch just to twist you some weed

I’m out in L.A. flexin' all bitches in my section

Three growth spots, we ain’t worried about sessions

Fuck Trump, don’t pass him the blunt

Exotic weed smoke got the club smellin' like a skunk

Hey my nigga

Can I hitch your funky ride to the dispensary?

I got my canibus card

'Cause I’m ready to go and cop me about an eighth of weed

I got thirty dollars

A case of Slurricane and some Swisher Sweets

I’m 'bout to pop my collar

Get the baddest bitch around me, baby that’s all I need