Lyrics Strains - Potluck

Strains

When I was young in the game I used to grow big buds
So many girls in my house like I was in big love
Now everybody knows the kush it be the king
Blueberry and Skywalker you can cross it with anything!
Maui Wowie and Sensei Star, I smoked em when I was a kid before they let me in
the bar
I get the munchies and eat ice cream
Then I fall asleep and have a nice Blue Dream…
You got brown weed I never seen that
I got Grandaddy Purple and a sack of Green Crack!
How high can I get like Method or Redman?
If I wanna touch the sky pack a bowl of that Headband
215 not breakin' the law, coughin' up phlegm again while I’m puffin' Chemdawg
Tryin' all the flavors by trial and error
Indica and Sativa R.I.P.
Jack Herer!
Well I’m smokin' Northern Lights and all other types of pot
When I get sick, I get a Strawberry Cough
If I was in the country I would play a tight fiddle
And still smoke hella fat joints of White Widow
You wanna stay sober then you’re probably super bunk
Got a bong in my trunk and a pound of Super Skunk
My eyes are so low that I got no vision
Don’t let me in your house I’ll eat up ya whole kitchen
An ounce of Sour Diesel and some Sour OG
A blunt of Bubblegum and some Blueberry Cheese
Open up my weed jar it smell like a can of death
From the buds of Vortex, LSD and Lambs Breath
Then dream about stoner bitches smokin' Blue Thunder
A weed smokin' pimp I got all the girls' phone numbers
I’m lookin' for a fly marijuana smokin' groupie
That love fat guys and wanna smoke Afgooey…