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