Marty Grimes - Roll It Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Roll It Up

(Chrous: Marty Grimes)
Weed roller check
Grinder check
300 pack of raws and a baggy of Calis best
One toke to the neck
Feel it all in ya chest
And you already know
It goes like
Roll it up
Light it up
Smoke it up
Pass it on
X3
This is what I call my stoner song

(Verse 1: Marty Grimes)
I woke up and rolled over to a baggie on my dresser
Treat the stem just like a lady Carefully undress her
Take a couple of hits Get my day started
Room smellin’ lets go body here, but my brain departed
Yep im stoned
But you can’t tellRay Bans on, Gucci cologne
I spray that on
They bump my song when I hit that bong
My tree so strong
Have you high as hell Cali grown
Got me in my zone And I roll it well yeah
See I’m a stoner Mixed with some Casanova
Cause maryjane love the way I roll her up and smoke her
Im a toker
Take bong rips till I tip over
That purple clover
Got me on and its smoke all over
Whoa
My eyes so low
And it’s no joke if you don’t smoke
You might K.O
Up off this dro that we don rolled
Me and my bro
I got that dope that make you choke
But let me tell you that it goes like

(Chrous: Marty Grimes)
Weed roller check
Grinder check
300 pack of rolls in the back of ya Calis best
One toke to the neck
Feel it all in ya chest
And you already know
It goes like

Roll it up
Light it up
Smoke it up
Pass it on
X3


Inhale
Exhale
X3

Roll it up
Light it up
Smoke it up
Pass it on

(Verse 2: Marty Grimes)
I get faded Yep, and joke a lot
I guess that’s a major side effect of smoking pot
I’m posted up on my red eye flight
Burn one burn two burn three I just might
I’m never solo though, I always bring a friend
I let her toke and get her higher than she ever been
She play it cool till that THC settle in
Talkin bout all this greenery got her out her element
Bong and raw papers
Blunts in all flavors
Contact high
This room filled up with strong vapors
Berkeley California I’m all about going green
Get blowed Kick back and knock some currency
Don’t worry me Or hurry me
When I take hits its all on me Stay with the tree
That’ll make George of the Jungle follow me
And I’m never passin’ out till the weed is out
That’s just what we about
But for now I need my

(Chrous: Marty Grimes)
Weed roller check
Grinder check
300 pack of rolls in the back of ya Calis best
One toke to the neck
Feel it all in ya chest
And you already know
It goes like

Roll it up
Light it up
Smoke it up
Pass it on
X3

Inhale
Exhale
X3

Roll it up
Light it up
Smoke it up
Pass it on