Roll & Smoke ft. Super Toine & CunaBear Lyrics

Chevy, Chevy, Chevy on the track man

Let's go, yo, what up baby, rest in peace to my cousin Cam

Let's get it, uh huh, uh huh, C-Pote where you at

Super toine, CunaBear signature

Come on, come smoke with me, come ride with me

Where the riders at, uh, where Mary at

Let's go, let's go, flower, power in this bitch

Hey, Hey, Hey, hey

I started smoking first with Craig

Us and Tommy in the Honda, smoke for months up in Augusta

With my Peoples flip and Rhonda, burning green up out the pipes

With my truest brother Jason, burning Blunts

Just me and John, but it ain't when he be lacing

If across da hall from Nuna, I'll be smoking it with Joyce

When I hit my homie white boy, he say here you got a choice

Smoking in the expedition, me and Buddha on the low

Out in Woodhouse Lane, got it from my homie Roe

Me, Jerm, Worm cheese, Debo, and bullet

On the stoop, in Pt its with Miss Angie, she gon' hit me with the scoop

Used to smoke with Chris and Lack, in the Magnolia villas

Went the Poppa, or the Jerry, when I want to spend the skrilla

Wth my brother in his Charger, stressin', rollin', lil larger

In the parking lot of Sonics, get to it on the Chronic

OR At Bay Street, Blues Cheifing them up by the twos

Rollin' with my big sister, tryin' not to make the news

Come ride, come roll, come stroll with me

Come smoke, come toke, come choke with me

Come ride, come stroll, come roll with me

Come smoke, come talk, come smoke with me

Come ride with me, come smoke with me

Come ride, come smoke, come roll with me

Come smoke come roll, come smoke with me, baby

From NY to LA, I've been smokin' that fire

Frequent flyer, round my miles so you know I get higher

Had that Indiana homegrown loud as fuck in' Savannah

Smokin' blunts with Skypager, A3C in Atlanta

On top of the W out in San Diego, had that Girl Scout cookie

On deck in Niseko, took the D train from the west to the east

Even chief with politicians when I'm up in DC

If you know me, I was in Ko fi fe, with a birthday blunt

With one of my OGs, I was high and hungry

Cause in Hungary I got high, had the best Buddha Budapest

Had in its life, shit I'll roll up a J and see what Prague's all about

Then cruise the autobahn with another joint in my mouth

Talkin' Amsterdam cafes, I got Kush, she got Haze

I light up and ride out, and smoke good like every day

Come ride, come roll, come stroll with me

Come smoke, come toke, come choke with me

Come ride, come stroll, come roll with me

Come smoke, come talk, come smoke with me

Come ride with me, come smoke with me

Come ride, come smoke, come roll with me

Come smoke come roll, come smoke with me, baby

It's just one of them days, stress is level eight

Heatwaves got me in a daze, work ain't working great

And my mind is in a cage, lately adhering to a game that I don't play

Got me boxing by my demons, now I'm drowning in the wake

So I set aside the pace at which

I'm moving, time to ride a smoother groove

Though I'm partial to the papers, even bongs will set me straight

Mother Earth provided nurturing through the plants that she creates

And I'm down to be the type of cat that elevates to higher planes

Upliftment of the spirit clears my mental fog as the room is full of haze

We may hotbox on the freeway, blowin down a breezeway

You know the tolerance is level nine and we keep that pack supplied

Yeah we keep the pack supplied, we just roll and smoke

Roll and smoke, roll and smoke, roll and smoke

We just roll and smoke, roll and smoke

I'ma take mine to the face, you best pack another bowl