(feat. Absolute On End and Mr. Garth-Culti-Vader)

Potluck! Roll up the window

Dank alumni, back up in this (*##$
Roll up the window


[UnDeRaTeD:]
It's f**ked up, I'm too high, and I still want more
And it's f**ked up that we have too much good weed to ignore

So we closing all doors and closing all the windows too
Oh you ain't smoking?, watch what secondhand will do
It's the hotbox anthem, it's not a joke, put your hands up

The room is filled with smoke, so many blunts you can't stand up
Humboldt bud shines in high times magazine
And where I'm from, were fillin up bags of weed for Halloween

Get in the truck, hit the blunt, get the visine
Roll the windows up, were puff n tuff till our eyes bleed
Five jays a day the only way to get by

This ain't fake , this aint the movies half baked and how high
Walked into a party ain't got no ice on
But I got the best weed you seen in your life dog

1 Hit and you might fall, Its right in my life ya'll
And critics talkin %#@! like this is a gimmick, f**k all ya'll!


[Chorus: One Ton]
This ain't a club song shakin and dancing
This ain't a love song singing and romancing

This ain't a pop song about your favorite fashion
Were here to smoke a blunt, this is the hotbox anthem


[Garth Vader:]
Hop into my hotbox AKA my office, I got it
It's Mr. Garth-culti-vader growing these pounds of purple chronic

When I get up on it most people call me the Green thumb doctor
Living in the tent with my twelve gauge watching for helicopters
I broke you off something kind of proper when I go weight

I'm watching out for crooked coppers in my golden state
I can't stop her Mary Jane is out on another date
I'll just wait till my harvest? Hook up my people With some grapes

Not the ones from Napa but believe they keep on coming after this rapper
Because they know I'm a f**kin disaster
When I bring the master kush straight off the plant stalks

Id like to welcome everybody to this hot box

[One Ton:]

Roll up the window smoking on a blunt, roll up the window turn the music up to bump

Chris Carroll aka Likastowilly / Pharmacist Chris

You ready to burn? Yep. Ok cool.
Let's blaze up every molecule
Well I got a few will it make you feel like gravitys on top of you

f**k yeah! , I got it hidden it up in my spare tire, to get ya higher
Man I got that lighter, I got some fire, let's do it quick now git me inspired
Fa Sho I was born to roll just like I was master ace

So whatcha talkin about suburban on dubs?
Naw I'm talkin eighths straight to the face
It's dank alumni, and we smoking up grass and weed

Its almost like asthma to me when you have to breathe
Cause every time I go to inhale, man it's like backdraft?
So Pack that bowl again homie, hit it and pass back

Outdoor/indoor fo sho, smokin trees, getting slow
Everything turns to I don't know
I don't wanna quit so I still roll

Man I still blow on mas indo
Let's go and get high just like was sup?
Only time I shut the f**k up

Is every time the windows go up
So if you hotbox, hit it hard till it hurts
So I can get to the other side like lesbians Trying to convert


[Chorus: One Ton]


This is dank alumni, we manufacture aroma therapy
Multi cultural tackin out the teepee like a Cherokee
Embellish the desire to smoke

Clouds developing start taking shapes lookin like the holy ghost
Don't you break the tack, cough or drop ash on the interior, the hot box
Where the shortness of breath dont make you inferior, that's top notch
!#)# songs to beats that bounce like girls that hop scotch
Rollin blunts the size of redwood trees, joints the size of sasquatch

Inhale steam to let's your eyes sink
Whirling spells casted to reveal reflect the thoughts that I ink
Positive progress towards liberation
All local laws in litigation the process
Blaze your favorite band without the guilty conscious


[One Ton:]
And hang with maryjane andI roll ounces of bang
More changes stay the same
I gotta hustle this game

You can catch me in my Chevy with my windows rollin up
Cause homie you got perfect time to fittin rollin a blunt
Still bumping gangsta rap
Still screaming f**kin cop like my car is on fire
When I'm cruising down the block

It's Smokey in the inside like the hot box anthem
My weed gets your brain like your smoking Charles Manson
The east they're smoking Phillies, the west we Rollin Swishers
Some people packing bong hits, some people joint twistas
But me smokes it all got a PHD, that's a pothead degree, wrap pot, best believe
I'll smoke a couple of P's just modest of me

When it comes to havin fire, I'm as hottest can be
I'm smoking like a chief, notice me, I'm holding cheese
Cause up in Humboldt county all are money growing trees