Air Griffey Intro Lyrics

I would like to welcome

My homie, Stoner Jordan

To PTB Records

You ain't getting no fat check

For your advancement

To PTB Records

You getting a fat sack

A pound of weed

A brand new bong

What's up now

To PTB PTB Records

PTB

Let's get it crackin

Yo yo

These sweets get burnt

Like inmates on death row

I smell just like a gas tank

I'm always holding Petro

Packing up a bowl

SoCal style smoke

Just got me a pound

And a new bong

Shout out Loc

Make an ounce disappear

Like a magical wizard

I'm clowning all day

Like my first name was Richard

Talking out his neck

Showing no respect

Probably in debt

Living in a van

Down by the river

You never heard about me

But I've been here so long

Stoner Jordan homie

Aristona where I was grown

Where them

Yotes and scorpions roam

Posted up like a cactus

In the valley of the sun

Smokin baby arm joints

Andre the Giant size doinks

And I ain't lyin

Check my record

I went down for less than a gram

Whole year in prison locked in the can

But it made me who I am

Welcome welcome welcome

And hello hello

Ladies and gentleman

I'll be your host this evening

Yes sir

Stoner Jordan here

Yo yo yo

PTB Records

You know it

TFE Entertainment

Let's get it

And OGmusic

Let's go let's go let's go

Smoke weed every

Naw I'm just playing

What the fuck?