Cannabis And Cantaloupe by Tone Status Lyrics

(Intro)
Check
Big cloud
Uh uh
Big clouds
Ch-check
Big clouds
Big cloud of smoke
Uh
I gotta Huge pouch of dope
Uh
I'm in a Giant field of hope
I got my cannabi…
I got my cannabis...
I got my cannabis and cantaloupe

Verse 1

Sweeet!
Just scored a new strain
Only bitch that ever kept me happy, Mary Jane
Yeah ima stoner biiitch...
You could smell the weed aroma all on my dick

Just let me put the head in
Get ya higher than heaven

That pussy hotter than hell(hell)
And its tighter than a cell(cell)

Fell asleep in it
Custy hit my cell (what's up)

Said he need a zip
She went and bust that sale

She Weighed it wit her green eyes, she told me fuck a scale

I am Feeling this bitch and it's all making sense...Brail

She from Canada, made the grits with the canna butter
Fried da fish in the hash oil
Oohhh I Think I love her

We get high off contact

She a 10
Nigga...Dimesack!
She Dipped my doobie in her cognac
My life a movie, rewind that (2x's)

So cinematically inclined
Dead Presidents on my mind

White paint on my face
We gon rob the truck
Then the bank

We some wavy niggas all about the paper, point break (point break)

I'm on my surfboard gettin wiped out by your babe

I could Never-
Let a-
Johnny Utah-
Try to infiltrate us

You niggas is frauds
Who the fuck signed your waivers

If these niggas is gods, I'm sorry lord I'm atheist

I'm in the field wit my team(my team)
We da only niggasa I believe in
This pouch of dope my only hope

No faith in hoes, these bitches all cheating

Hook (2x's)
Big cloud of smoke,smoke,smoke
Huge pouch of dope,dope,dope
Giant field of hope,hope,hope
Cannabis and cantaloupe...

Verse 2
Life sweet (sweet)
I'm high(high) high as shit(shit)...
Cantaloupe and Cannabis (cot damn)

I skeet skeet(skeet)
Then it's bye-bye(bye bye)...
(Haa!) Can't elope wit a wack biiitch!

Im Married to the moola (money)
She took me took to the Jew la (bling)

My birthday in December
I was born cool, she made me coola(coola)

Chilled magnum bottle
Of coco ciroc popped (2x's)

Green crack in my Doobie, this that quality crop

U talkin quantity, stop!

We got
Fields of the chronic

Been in this shit bout 5 years,damn near iconic

You gon always be a lil nigga,yo swag napoleonic

You want an article in complex
I need the cover of the Forbes

If you ain't talkin big checks
All ya calls get ignored

And I don't fuck wit no broads
Unless they gotta business card

I ain't got no job,no I ain't got no job
But I work this fuckin field
Harder than u at yo 9-5

I don't punch no clock
And I don't pay no taxes

Motherfuck Chase bank, still keep da keep da money under da mattress

I'm in the field wit my team, we da only niggasa I believe in

This pouch of dope my only hope

No faith in hoes, these bitches all…cheat!

Hook (2x's)
Big cloud of smoke,smoke,smoke
Huge pouch of dope,dope,dope
Giant field of hope,hope,hope
Cannabis and cantaloupe...