The Recipe - Bonus Track

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Smokin' weed with you

Smokin' weed with you

'Cause you've taught me to

'Cause you've taught me to

Smokin' weed with you

'Cause you've taught me to

Every mornin' when I wake up, uh

Money on my mind, good time to get caked up, uh

Sunshine comin' through my blinds, I'm livin', but

Really though, it's never enough

Ten million, that's a must, livin' in California

Everybody wanna visit for women (weed and weather)

They come for (women, weed, and weather)

(For the women, weed, and weather)

From all around the world for (the women, weed, and weather)

These niggas'll kill fo' that, put it in yo' grill fo' that

Still, everybody gotta build fo' that, me? I make mill's off that

How the fuck y'all can't see I ride, when I drive, down the block, and you look outside

H-A-T-E in yo' eyes, I enter big money for the enterprise

It's a beautiful day, I guess, for a bitch to roll wit' Andre, I guess

Roll it up, baby, come and lift that dress, then roll it up for me when I'm stressed

You might catch me in Atlanta lookin' like a boss

New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York

Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'

But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'

(Women, weed, and weather)

They come for (women, weed, and weather)

(For the women, weed, and weather)

From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)

Got that women, weed, and weather

Don't it sound clever? Come and play

What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A

Uh, my nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some

Three W's only for a three-day run, bitch

Take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit

I be livin' in the sky every time I ride by them hoes

Ribbon in the sky on the radio, 'cause Stevie know I control

Let it breathe, I control, California livin' 'til I am old

You want to be on, to peak on the charts

So the peons can be gone, and pee on their hearts

She in the coupe, she in the Neon

'Cause she on the B.S. before we can start, uh

Fuck wit' a nigga, ride wit' a nigga

Let 'em know I'm priority, order me

Hennessey and for my niggas

OG Killa, call it Jason Voorhees

Boy he on his job, boy, he sure be havin' the marks on they mark

Pretty bitches and tire marks, let 'em inhale them pipe exhausts

Let 'em reveal how much it cost for this life, controllin' my vice

No way, hell no, uh-uh, if I'm wrong I don't wanna be right

We want to be on, to peak on the chart

So the peons can be gone, and pee on their hearts

Women, weed, weather, it's not my fault

That it's 82 degrees and my top peeled off

You might catch me in Atlanta, lookin' like a boss

New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York

Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'

But nothin' like my hometown, I'm forever livin'

(Women, weed, and weather)

They come for (women, weed, and weather)

(For the women, weed, and weather)

From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)

Got that women, weed, and weather

Don't it sound clever? Come and play

What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A

Uh, known for that homegrown where I come from

Smoke one, palm trees, double D's got 'em topless in the sun

I shall proceed, that's me, motherfuck your opinion

Huh, how many ways am I killin' 'em? Shit, right around a billion

We on it, that mean we livin' for the moment

That mean she'll fuck 'til the mornin', time and I got time

And I know that I'm in a position of

Controllin' anything out by that ocean

I'm a boss, I'll buy that ocean, ain't nobody fuckin' with this

They want that shit, they often fiend

I give it to 'em, but in between

My time, I gotta tie shoestrings

Life's a trip when you want these things

I often slip, and then I lean

Toward three W's in life

You know blow job need an application

Eatin' pussy make appetite

And, yeah, my type, I like 'em brown

Just like my drink, the fuck you think?

I don't fuck with no hand-me-downs

See, if you fuck then it's after me

You know how much I'ma make it work?

You know her dress? Slip it in her purse

When you discussed your love for lust

Just make sure you visit here first, Cali

You might catch me in Atlanta, lookin' like a boss

New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York

Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'

But, nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'

(Women, weed, and weather)

They come for (women, weed, and weather)

(For the women, weed, and weather)

From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)

Got that women, weed, and weather

Don't it sound clever? Come and play

What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A

Smokin' weed with you

In the leaves, in the fall, in the fall, in the f-, in the f-

I smoke with you

'Cause you've taught me to, me to, to, me, me

Smokin' weed with you

In the leaves, in the fall, in the fall, in the f-, in the f-

I smoke with you

'Cause you've taught me to, me to, to, me, me

Smokin' weed with you

'Cause you've taught me to

'Cause you've taught me to

Smokin' weed with you

Smokin' weed with you

'Cause you've tau- me to, me to, to, me, me, me, me, to, to

Smokin' weed with you

'Cause you've taught me to

Smokin' weed with you

'Cause you've taught me to

Smokin' weed with you