Roll It Up Lyrics

Roll it up, Roll another

Roll one for your Brother and your Mother

Oh roll it up, Roll another

And roll one for me

I’m lighting up some AK-47

No motherfucker, that does not make me a felon

Tell em, is it really that compelling?

Quelling? No, just a means of expelling

Bad shit, bad thoughts, unwind tension knots

What again? Forgot! Mmmmm

So, let me be really blunt about my habits

You don’t have to fucken pass the joint, I’ll grab it

And I’ll probably roll another one, and you can have it

So quit with your fit, I always have extra hits

Of chronic, that super damn sonic

We get that shit grown hydroponic, or not!

So: Check it, it’s dope these newbies choke

Reckon it’s cause they can’t toke

Like me? Nope! Slippery slope

Wrecking any fucken bong I stoke oh

Low blow, not going slow, go-pro

Who knew? Who knows? Head to toes turbo

Fucken fatty got me chatty on the beat oh no

He’s a flatty like a patty, he can’t take no more Oh

Low blow, not going slow, go-pro

Who knew? Who knows? Head to toes turbo

Fucken fatty got me chatty on the beat oh no

He’s a flatty like a patty, he can’t take no more

(Ah-ha and he’s lying on the floor)

So, let me hit you with the new flow

No Popo, not illegal no more

Flooding with this indoor

And you gotta ignore me

My THC Vigour – The smoke can’t get thicker

So, don’t get triggered – When my bongs get bigger

Oh go, go-go figure – Press through gotta have rigor

Diligence my brother – But respect your mother

No Mama, Papa don’t be angry

Because I love my sweet Mary

I know you will still always love me

Better parents you’ll never meet

But that’s a Low blow, not going slow, go-pro

Who knew? Who knows? Head to toes turbo

Fucken fatty got me chatty on the beat oh no

He’s a flatty like a patty, he can’t take no more

Oh Low blow, not going slow, go-pro

Who knew? Who knows? Head to toes turbo

Fucken fatty got me chatty on the beat oh no

He’s a flatty like a patty, he can’t take no more

(He just can’t take no more

He can’t take more – Oh

He just can’t take no more)

Oh Low blow, not going slow, go-pro

Who knew? Who knows? Head to toes turbo

Fucken fatty got me chatty on the beat oh no

He’s a flatty like a patty, he can’t take no more Oh

(He just can’t take no more)

We’ll always love bongs, making these songs

Seeing pretty ladies wearing nothing but thongs

Feel that I belong, from here to Hong-Kong

From here to Sicily. Whoop let’s get silly

Dabs we take chilly. Really? Really!

Feel me or don’t – Change me, you won’t

Teach me – You can, but I’m my own man

And you don’t have to condone my plan

Hey, my man: You need to get sober

Says the one, who can’t remember October

Another hangover – The devil on your shoulder

An empty pill holder – Heavy like a boulder

Another fucken drunk just falling over

Listen up punk – I smoke or smoulder

I get high or I get older

Without fire my life gets colder

Low blow, not going slow, go-pro

Who knew? Who knows? Head to toes turbo

Fucken fatty got me chatty on the beat oh no

He’s a flatty like a patty, he can’t take no more Oh Low blow, not going slow, go-pro

Who knew? Who knows? Head to toes turbo

Fucken fatty got me chatty on the beat oh no

He’s a flatty like a patty, he can’t take no more Oh

(Ah no ah he just can’t take no more

A-Ah no ah he just can’t take no more

Oh - Ah no ah he just can’t take no more)