Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grow Room, artist - DJ Pooh. Date of issue: 03.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grow Room |
| I had a plan to grow indo' |
| Therefore the outdo' was to be recreated, duplicated in a grow room |
| Wanted to produce the kinda plant that you could display up in a showroom |
| So beautiful, but yet stinky |
| Stick to your thumb, index, middle, ring, pinky |
| And the brain |
| First thing was to provide setting for proper cultivation |
| Discrete location |
| Ten by ten foot spot |
| Lit up by a thousand watt |
| Lamp, plus two air-vents for the air to circulate |
| And ehm — I calculate |
| 30 gallons of water a week, I’m really into this |
| Now all I need is some good fertilizer and some photosynthesis |
| To proceed, after I choose the right seeds to fall in motion |
| With a little love and devotion |
| I can make the front cover of _High Times_ |
| I hope I never get busted and have to pay some fines |
| For having a 'secret garden' like Barry White |
| I must not tell anyone and keep my lips sealed tight |
| I got the grow room |
| If you ain’t never had the homegrown that made you choke |
| Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope |
| And if you’re high already and can’t take another toke |
| Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope |
| During the first stage of growth the seeds germinate slow |
| Start a root system, sprout up some leaves, and grow |
| Towards the light |
| Make sure the temperature’s right |
| I was told by this one guy |
| Watch your plants closely, beware of bugs and fungi |
| They’ll hurt your garden, they’ll only interfere |
| With the vegetative growth that lasts about two months to a year |
| When full grown flowers bloom big buds and leaves |
| Watch out for thieves |
| People like to stash shit up their sleeves |
| It’s not been three months |
| I’m tempted to break off a piece and roll some blunts |
| I wonder what it is, is this some Skunk? |
| I see some purple stems and orange hairs |
| Could it be the Humble mixed with Maui? |
| It’s a hybrid |
| Wow! |
| Look what I did |
| I got the green thumb |
| Observe the superb herb |
| Bushy branches, loud smell |
| Like green pastel |
| I got it on deck for all seasons |
| And if anyone asks, it’s for medical reasons |
| I got the grow room |
| If you ain’t never had the homegrown that made you choke |
| Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope |
| And if you’re high already and can’t take another toke |
| Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope |
| It’s been over four months, time to get high |
| Uproot the plants and let them hang dry |
| In a cool room with dry air, for 2 to 3 weeks |
| And I’ma be waitin right here with my loose leaf sheets |
| The lovely harvest, it came in different amounts |
| Four trees, each one just a few grams short of an ounce |
| I can’t wait to smoke it, I know it’s the bomb |
| Been waiting so long, make me wanna write a song |
| I guess I’ll sell 2 ounces and puff on the rest |
| Find a recipe to sprinkle herb on my filet of chicken breast |
| Or some tea shot full of THC |
| Hit the bomb, cut open the swisher sweet |
| Then come off on weed |
| Plant stuck to my fingertips as I try to break it down |
| And when lit, the fruity herby taste is profound |
| It have me buzzin for a light year, and you best believe I’ll have some seeds |
| And be at it again, yes indeed |
| I got the grow room |
| If you ain’t never had the homegrown that made you choke |
| Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope |
| And if you’re high already and can’t take another toke |
| Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope |
| (Took a long pull — hype) (--] Sadat X) |
| Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope |
| I got the grow room |
| (Took a long pull-hype) (--] Sadat X) |
| Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope |