Cannabis Club (Remix)

[Intro: The Jacka]
Yeah
Berner...what's up boy?
Stalin

[Verse 1: The Jacka]
I got so much weed...I might have smoked a thousand ounces
Jack and J. Stalin on top of green like Thousand Island
Tree so strong, you probably panic if a cloud surround you
I'm with so many players, you better vanish if your spouse around us
I'm not a good neighbor, do me a favor: don't crowd around us
I fuck with J. Stalin; we really mobbin, don't smile around us
When we leave the place...the smell stick around for hours
I want the powder reserve...they got behind the counter
To come up with words I need the shit from power
Relax my nerves...and package up this powder
Quarterback, you know?
Probably got the best shit you ever sniffed before
But if you hit this spliff you gon drift fasho
Got outta towners coming back cause they miss the dro
I got a lot to pick from, know?
All you gotta have is dough and you can get some too
Yeah

[Verse 2: J. Stalin]
I'm still smokin...rollin like a fuckin zombie
Nuttin but a buncha horny weedhead niggas wit me
We just want the bad bitches, cherry pie, platinum cookies
I was playing hooky cause I was too high to go to class
Cypress Village, Damesy, real Rick, Nard, and Jaz
Every time I hit the club...bitch they give me free hash
Flash my car, yeah that's that all access smoke pass
You blowin that bullshit...we put you on Mac Blast

[Hook: J. Stalin]
At the Cannabis Club...lookin for that purple dope
You say you smoke? But me I smoke way more
You say you smoke? But me I smoke way more
You say you smoke? But me I smoke way more
At the Cannabis Club...like I'm at the mall
They know when I come...I gotta have it all
In love with indica, cheating on sativa
I just gotta have em...both, cause I'm a real chiefer

[Verse 3: Young Doe]
Smokin on some purple shit; it got my eyes blurry
I be breakin down the reefer...real chiefer, kush burner
Runnin with a pack of hus; everything exotic
Bad bitches tell me something bout me so hypnotic
Yeah I send her out to get it; we movin around often
Smokin on some fire clover
Betting on some horses
Me and J. Stalin rollin in Rovers and Porsches
Got the windows foggy baby from Denver to Oakland
Ay

[Verse 4: Richie Rich]
Bitch roll somethin...let me hold somethin
You can check my past; ain't no future in me frontin
I need at least a zip to burn...of that kush doe
Call him Michael Vick; 7 grams in a swish hoe
It's Rich Richard; get the bigger picture
Like to stall on the bitch and like to ball on you niggas
I burn zips my nigga, and load clips
And spend multimillions on numerous whips

[Hook: J. Stalin]
At the Cannabis Club...lookin for that purple dope
You say you smoke? But me I smoke way more
You say you smoke? But me I smoke way more
You say you smoke? But me I smoke way more
At the Cannabis Club...like I'm at the mall
They know when I come...I gotta have it all
In love with indica, cheating on sativa
I just gotta have em...both, cause I'm a real chiefer

[Verse 5: Stevie Joe]
When I wake up that cookie get baked up
No cigars, just paper for a playa
Walk out the green door with a bag full of flavors
Smokin in traffic, I ain't never had patience
High as a spaceship, I ain't coming down
My potna growing in the basement...waiting on them pounds
Sippin syrup, blowin buds, me and Lil Blood
I ain't even got a card...stay in the club

[Verse 6: Yukmouth]
Zilla
Smoke a lot, bitch I'm half baked
Knockin down pounds of grass; I should landscape
Smokin loud, at least an ounce in a ashtray
Den life nigga...growin pounds in my mancave
Let them clones get grown then I knock em off, drop em off
You ain't smokin loud nigga, knock it off!
Then cop em all out of town, I'm the fuckin dude
You smokin Bobby Brown...my nigga, don't be cruel

[Hook: J. Stalin]
At the Cannabis Club...lookin for that purple dope
You say you smoke? But me I smoke way more
You say you smoke? But me I smoke way more
You say you smoke? But me I smoke way more
At the Cannabis Club...like I'm at the mall
They know when I come...I gotta have it all
In love with indica, cheating on sativa
I just gotta have em...both, cause I'm a real chiefer

[Verse 7: Berner]
Half P of that Durabal, it's like Pelly
Lightheaded
You can step outside if you lightin reggie
My car full of packs when I'm pushin through the city
Duckin task, smokin black and yellow hash
Grow spots in my pad, that's why I relax
Fiends see my face and wanna relapse
Hop on stage and throw the crowd a few free bags
Fuck it I'm rich
I'm in a underbucket riding 30 pounds in this bitch
Huh?

[Verse 8: J. Stalin]
A lot of syrup and blunts...this for my nigga Onionz
OJ...real niggas do it they way
I'm still stressin...tryna smoke away my pain
Kickin it with Hennesy, fuckin on miss Mary Jane
That extra smooth Seager Vodka do the same thang
Hit this bottle; put some propane on your chest
Top shelf my nigga; I only smoke the best
Westside Oakland kush smoker...no stress

[Chant: Onionz]
Smokin on a zip while I'm fuckin round with Stalin
While I'm fuckin round with Stalin
Smokin on a zip while I'm fuckin round with Stalin
While I'm while I'm while I'm fuckin round with Stalin

[Hook: J. Stalin]
At the Cannabis Club...lookin for that purple dope
You say you smoke? But me I smoke way more
You say you smoke? But me I smoke way more
You say you smoke? But me I smoke way more
At the Cannabis Club...like I'm at the mall
They know when I come...I gotta have it all
In love with indica, cheating on sativa
I just gotta have em...both, cause I'm a real chiefer

[Instrumental]