Ayo, brothers, it’s time.
It’s time, brothers (aight, brothers, begin).
Straight out the dark dungeons of rap.
The dope drops deep as my hopes.
I never run from my mom cuz I make her proud.
Beyond the walls of life, weed is defined as clouds
I think of weed when I’m in Colorado.
Hope the envelope got some dope.
My grope don’t like no dirty rope.
Run up to the scope and get the slope.
In a Colorado state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The future of rapping?
You complain about love.
I gotta love it though — somebody still speaks for the scope.
I’m rappin’ to the future,
And I’m gonna move your suture.
Death, world, haters, hate dope
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a grope.
I can’t take the love, can’t take the money.
I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no bunny.
I’m rappin’ to the suture,
And I’m gonna move your future.
Yea, Yea, in a Colorado state of mind.
When I was young my mom had hope
I waz kicked out of my house for having dope
I never thought I’d see that drop
Ain’t a soul alive that could take my mom’s shop.
A peace life is quite the Place
Thinking of weed. Yea thinking of weed (weed).