[Chorus: Defari] 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
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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 doodoo 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
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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
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[Chorus: Defari] 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
[Chorus] - 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 doodoo 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
[Chorus] - 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
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