Jay Christ - Jazzed (feat. Johnny Haze) Lyrics

We bouts to get jazzed
Grab the pipe fill the bong blunts chunky and fat
With Canons or packs
High grade in rotation gets the girls all relaxed
Gets the girls all relaxed
Gets the girls all relaxed
Climaxed
With the shattered tear gas
Hit the wax with the dab
High grade in rotation get the girls feeling jazzed
The girls feeling jazzed
The girls feeling jazzed

Cruising
Yea we feeling good and
Puffin on a dubie through the noon
With the crew man
Gotta Hit the packy for some juice
Couldn't feel the sauce
So I cop some woods and a rona
Sweet aroma's no 40's just Coronas
Creams bourbon and stout
Smooth hit the blunt
Before it hits you
So whose pullin
Croaked from the fusion
Jack herer a white Romulan
Someone Move the Cuban
Incase our brother start to puking
Light the movement
Soothing slow on a Macanudo
Never clear the room yo
But fill the air like a dojo
Of monks peeping for old souls
Through smoke holes
And we stuck like A cholo
Whose lost hope
I won't fold
Ash on my white clothes
Keep my sights low
Repent like my life's trolled
Smile in prayer that god knows
I'm too high to keep an eye closed
Or open for the time though
Someone call the feds wow
So much rolled
To keep you stoned
Like some gold mold
Pass the extendo
This a life code
Can't ever slow
The stroll
So Hit the fronto
And Just go and go
Uphold the marigold
And jig out while the flow loads
Like a 90's scroll
From a shinny dome
Of sun rays to night shows
Early mornings of workloads
Where express got you expressing

We bouts to get jazzed
Grab the pipe fill the bong blunts chunky and fat
With Canons or packs
High grade in rotation gets the girls all relaxed
Gets the girls all relaxed
Gets the girls all relaxed
Climaxed
With the shattered tear gas
Hit the wax with the dab
High grade in rotation get the girls feeling jazzed
The girls feeling jazzed
The girls feeling jazzed

Haze
Cheah
Look I'm on the stage
They asking me to spit some
And I got the piff
So they asking me to twist some
This gone be the hit of the summer
Get ya loud packs ready if ya got the right numbers
Cuz them home boys coming for the turps
Talkin bout the gas but you puffing on the dirt
Damn that's bazurk
You know me I'm chillin like a boss
With the grand daddy purple card
Cap'n on the sauce
One hit you won't need more
So let the weed blow
All day that's how we do it on the beast coast
I ain't even tryna brag
But damn the moon rocks and the joints got the homie feeling jazzed
Next dab imma stay right
I hit up jay Christ
I'm on the way so you know we bout to take flight
Looking down while we contemplate
You take the bud I'll take the concentrate

We bouts to get jazzed
Grab the pipe fill the bong blunts chunky and fat
With Canons or packs
High grade in rotation gets the girls all relaxed
Gets the girls all relaxed
Gets the girls all relaxed
Climaxed
With the shattered tear gas
Hit the wax with the dab
High grade in rotation get the girls feeling jazzed
The girls feeling jazzed
The girls feeling jazzed