Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bomb Tree , by - Defari. Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bomb Tree |
| Roll it, light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it |
| See if you can hold it, this bomb tree |
| Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips |
| See if you can handle all of it, this bomb tree |
| Roll it, light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it |
| See if you can hold it, this bomb tree |
| Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips |
| See if you can handle all of it, this bomb |
| (Defari) |
| My minds trippin', I’m flying like the Jetsons |
| I got greener trees than the vegetable section |
| Though I’m blown on high, I’m concentrating on this realness |
| Society’s playin' with these devils and illness, God |
| Hear me when I beg for forgiveness |
| All the black and tans I’ve had, all the forty’s and Guinness |
| All the sacks and the bags I’ve rolled full of indo |
| Hot box in the low with the rolled up windows |
| Ninety-eight degrees outside, ash the roach, put the AC on sixty-five and drive |
| These Los Angeles streets I ride |
| Peep a cold ass nigga with the bloodshot eyes, Defari, yeah |
| That name ring a bell |
| And that kush those dudes smoked got that bomb ass smell |
| Palm trees ain’t the only greenery in California |
| In fact, the most common tree is what we call doja |
| — repeat 2X |
| Now I’ve been all around the world for the bomb ass tree |
| Canada, Amsterdam, Christine to Italy, the Bay and Honolulu |
| I even got Thai weed in London that look like doo-doo |
| Imagine blunts longer than a Hennessy fifth |
| Northern lights, purple kush with a mushroom mix |
| Add my rockin' hash to your little blunt of tricks |
| Now what do we have? |
| A motherfuckin blunt that hits |
| That’s the shit, stop playin', add a sack to this |
| But put it back in your pocket if you got seeds and sticks |
| You dig? |
| I’m only firing up fire weed |
| Make a stress smoker really admire me |
| — repeat 2X |
| I’m from that Cheech and Chong scene |
| I got that mean Joe Green |
| I’ll burn trees until I’m one hundred and thirteen (damn) |
| And maybe then I’ll stop, Not! |
| I’ll be a great grandpops with the finest of stock |
| Cannabis cup, we party, can’t handle this stuff |
| Damage your lungs, what! |
| Pack another one |
| I got fresh water for the bong, that’s six feet long |
| Exercise before I rip it cuz this weed is strong |
| A Jay of white widow sprinkled with some hash in the middle |
| Make a nigga hella happy, like when he was little |
| Bout to grub except now we burn pounds and dubs |
| I’d like to take time out to thank those who gave love |
| On the sack, the rest of y’all niggas is wack |
| Tried to serve a nigga shake at the end of your bag |
| Zig zag, take a slow drag |
| And if you just started smoking tree you wouldn’t know that |
| — repeat 2X |