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If Vampires were going out clubbing, this is the shit they be playin. Give me a <3 and a Sub on YouTube - Love & Respect !! Bought some new studio toys. In House Production & mastering on point.more

A song about friendship, Me and mi bredda bredda Nitro are always out being too curious and laughing at the outcome. Hope you enjoy, Love & Respect (Give me a YouTube Sub pretty please! it's tough out here) ... "Pope mi bredda! You bring di papers?" "Nitro… I brought tacos… and 3 ounces in my sock." “HIGH GRADE BROS TO DI WORLD!” . Me and mi bredda bredda pon a mission, Buy up di weed like we got a prescription, Him seh, “Let’s bake brownies,” mi seh “Cool,” But him bake 12 and nyam 10 like a fool. Now him stuck inna hammock talkin’ to goat, Mi laugh so hard, mi nearly choke. He call 911 seh he seeing star sign, Dem ask him name—him seh “Bob Marley, online.” . We di High Grade Bros, yeah we blaze and laugh, From Negril sands to the Cali path. One love, two lighters, three spliffs high, Up in di clouds where only eagles fly. High grade mischief, no shame in we game, Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same! . Drive-through customs with a ganja stash, Mi seh act cool, him start speakin’ fake patwa fast. Officer look and seh, “What you sayin’, boss?” Him seh, “Wah gwan mi bredren, mi just passin’ gas.” Dem pull we over, mi nearly faint, Dog start sniff, but it’s curry taint. Turn out it’s fine, dem just hungry bad, So we gift dem jerk chicken and they call it a ‘pass’. . We di High Grade Bros, yeah we blaze and laugh, From airport stress to di backyard bath. One love, two lighters, three spliffs high, Higher than drone pon government spy. No fear, just cheer, inna haze of flame, Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same! . Split the stash inna flip-flop sole, Drop a nug inna soup bowl. Laugh till mi tears overflow, Him try roll one—burn down him fro! (Wheel it back, selecta!) . Him seh "Let’s grow some inna backyard scene," Plant it right next to mi Granny’s callaloo green. Now Granny boiling tea from the wrong pot, Said “Why mi feel irie? This taste hot!” We apologize, now she blaze every night, Tell story 'bout Marcus Garvey in flight. Even mi pastor waan try a draw, Mi seh “Nah man, yuh stick to Psalms, mi star!” . We di High Grade Bros, nah care bout fame, From Jamaica beach to Portland Maine. One love, two lighters, three spliffs high, Lifted like drone weh nuh need no sky. Ganja warriors, comedy team, Laugh ‘til we cry like we livin' a dream. High Grade Bros, big up di name, Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same! . American remind me what we were doing again? Mi nuh know star... but mi know mi munchies dem serious. High grade forever!more