Weed Cake Songtext

I smoked three J's one time, it didn't even phase me
So I had to cook me up some potent-ass pastry
It's dank cake, it's unleavened
Just twelve minutes til heaven
The best way to get high, this shit'll go to eleven

One time my nigga Kwon cooked up a dank cake
Made it with the Afghan, bitch that's a mistake
He learned his damn lesson
When he made that weed cake
Cause bitch, this ain't no mothafuckin' bitch-ass cheesecake

Call me Betty Crocker, you be Sara Lee
Cause we're about to bake a cake made out of weed

The recipe is easy
Don't forget to put in the weed

Dem Waffle Houze Boiz is makin' a fuckin' weed cake
Put it in the oven so we can all get baked We don't need a lighter, just a fork and a knife
I don't need no other meals, weed cake for life!

We got a weed cake
Nigga we done got a weed cake
We got a weed cake

Call me Betty Crocker, you be Sara Lee
Cause we're about to bake a cake made out of weed

Alright stop for a second and think about how Dem Waffle Houze Boiz never ever let the flow drop
Like the beat do, cause we need you to know when to get out your Lumbo Gold
The best in the west, take a puff when you want your stuff to be jumbo
Bringin' the heat to your feet to get you up out your seat like

Man, I don't even know what to do
I got some Lumbo and a lady to woo
You could do what can't ever be a mistake
Drop the Lumbo in a fresh weed cake
That sounds good, man, I'll need a little more though
Don't get her flowers, man, that's a no-go
I could write her a song that's an instant hit
I got an idea, it could sound a little like this