Air Griffey Intro

I would like to welcome My homie, Stoner Jordan To PTB Records You ain't getting no fat check For your advancement To PTB Records You getting a fat sack A pound of weed A brand new bong What's up now To PTB PTB Records PTB Let's get it crackin Yo yo These sweets get burnt Like inmates on death row I smell just like a gas tank I'm always holding Petro Packing up a bowl SoCal style smoke Just got me a pound And a new bong Shout out Loc Make an ounce disappear Like a magical wizard I'm clowning all day Like my first name was Richard Talking out his neck Showing no respect Probably in debt Living in a van Down by the river You never heard about me But I've been here so long Stoner Jordan homie Aristona where I was grown Where them Yotes and scorpions roam Posted up like a cactus In the valley of the sun Smokin baby arm joints Andre the Giant size doinks And I ain't lyin Check my record I went down for less than a gram Whole year in prison locked in the can But it made me who I am Welcome welcome welcome And hello hello Ladies and gentleman I'll be your host this evening Yes sir Stoner Jordan here Yo yo yo PTB Records You know it TFE Entertainment Let's get it And OGmusic Let's go let's go let's go Smoke weed every Naw I'm just playing What the fuck?