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It's another one of them smoking songs, ya know what I'm saying? Where my pot heads at? Right here aha, yeah, yeah, CT, check it
We rollin trees and smokin la la la la la Another weed song from me Burning more trees than Cheech Chong Red and Meth or roll together in the same L We smoke blunts all day you can't tell? Hell I'm stompin in with my boots on Rollin to the diner with my half off coupon Fuck, I been burnin since I was newborn So high flying through space with Jimmy Neutron That's how I do mon, rock the rhythm You would think I had a mother fucking pot prescription Like the doctor's flippin My grass stay fresh cut, sticky icky wet stuff, put it in the next dutch But last time I had a checkup, the doc said my brain was not fully developed Fuck, but it just don't matter, I'ma half to roll the next blunt fatter hah
[chorus] la la la la la Just break it up and smoke that la la la la la Now twist it up and smoke that la la la la la Now light it up and smoke that la la la la la And then you keep on burnin
The way this weed hit your chest should invest in Kevlar Chillin on Saturn, cruisin in the XR Everyday I got the best bars And the best weed same color as Reptar Yes, we stay lightin up the purple In my own entourage smoking like Turtle Fuck all the commercials, they all straight lies Actin like I'm gonna kill a mother fucker cause I'm high The most I'm likely to do is open the fridge, chill on the couch, and never end up leaving my crib, shit But that's just how I do Stay high, seeing from my birds eye view I walk into a room and everybody starts sniffin "Like, oh my God, I can guarantee that's Christian," "It's nine in the morning yo what the fuck's with him?" And I'm like, "Chill! I've got a weed addiction like."
We lightin ganja ganja, every day we burn dutchies And then we stay around more trees than Fern Gully I earn money, spend on weed, and burn money Got the dice in my hand, can't take my turn from me I rip like a beast when I hit the beats But it's just weed when they say I'm equipped with heat, please Shit's leaving you in disbelief I'm that monster at your door, bitch, trick-or-treat The way I freestyle, shit, it really baffles me Cause I'm a pot head, call me Johnny Appleseed I got a dub and a dutch, let's roll and spark Til we start to see shit like Joan of Arc I know I'm smart, I know I'm nice That's why you can't see me like a poltergeist Smokin la la la, give that bowl a light Grab the bong even tighter than I hold the mic, like