Prezidential

Up in the studio, getting blowed
Up in the studio, getting blowed
Up in the studio, getting blowed
Up in the studio, getting blowed
I got a 'rillo twisted, thicker than a rasta dread
Got me feelin' nicer, than Homer' neighbor Ned
I got that bomb kush, straight from Hiroshima
Orange Kush, call that bitch Wiz Khalifa
President Obama, got me smokin' prezidential
And all my weed mans, yeah they carry big credentials
Smokin' on some bangin' crip, straight from south central
I told her hit this, and her head turned intellectual
Higher learning, while I’m burning
Prezidential Bill Clinton, and she slurping
Stank in the air, like a landfill
This kush louder, than a Flocka Flame adlib
I smelled it through the jar, I was so in awe
Got it at the doctor’s, with the weed card
Experimental when it come, to the medical
Commander in Chief, smoking prezidential
Up in the studio, getting blowed
Up in the studio, getting blowed
Up in the studio, getting blowed
Up in the studio, getting blowed
Feelin' like the President, mental state you never been
Kushed out with Washington and Lincoln
Jefferson, Jackson, and Benjamin
We all kushed out on Montel medicine
I’m smokin' on the type of weed that win awards
Presidential suite on the four hundred twentieth floor
My weedman dude off the Pineapple Express
Obama got me lifted, military press
Passenger four twenty on Air Force One
Smokin' so much kush like I got four lungs
T.H.C releasing dopamines in high levels
Got me laughing at everything like I’m Will Ferrell
Lighting up everywhere like it’s legal
Lighting up like it’s Christmas, Kris Kringle
Smoking on Barack while driking on Ciroc
Got me fucked up like I can whoop Brock
Up in the studio, getting blowed
Up in the studio, getting blowed
Up in the studio, getting blowed
Up in the studio, getting blowed