Knowmads, Smoke DZA, La - Grow lyrics
[Knowmads, Smoke DZA, La - Grow lyrics]
DZA, riiiiiiiiiiiiight
A nigga gotta keep it G though
Sour hour then it's off to the Bistro
Hit the rugby store with Steve-O
Real quick, off a lick
Shit was easy as a free-throw
Cashin out, Im seein Ross and Casino
It's the kush-god comin'
With some mean-old-bud
It's that Larry OG, my strain of the week
Smash it in the grinder
Sprinkle it with kief
In the 206? The hottest nigga in
The east, on the low though
All I need is a lil' more promo
Niggas lighting reggie around me is a no no
Get the boot just cause they
Don't know no better
Lil horse on my Polo sweater
I mastered this, it's classic shit
And Im vintage DZA, my low game finish niggas
I smoke to get high, cause life is so low
All I know is I ain't tryna do this on my own
So, it's me and Mary Jane, both gettin' grown
When you see the packs
Like attack of the clones
You don't want this hash-wax
To the vapor dome
Followed by a snap out of each and every bong
28 grams, top shelf, take em home
Open up the bag 'bout to get into my zone
Still they try and tell the
People smoking weed is wrong
But after smoking weed is when
I wrote my deepest songs
And on my worst days
Made me feel like keepin' on
Chiefin Purple-Haze until my
Vertebraes were strong
Jar half full 'bout to burn
It 'til it's gone!
My recommendation just made my dealer broker
And this piece of paper just
Made me a legal smoker
WCW bud is even doper
It gon' make you see double or
Leave you in a coma
Because Seattle only competing
With California
If you ain't on the West we out-grown ya
The aroma got me feelin at home, uh
There's nothin like the scent of
Marijuana to a stoner
Blue Dream and Northern Lights
Puffin' purple with my people
Headband, Cinderalla 99, and Sour Diesel
Irish Gold, Blueberry
White Rhino's what I twist
With some Afghan-Gooey, Cat-Piss
And Cali Mist
Got that AK-47 mixed with some Bubblegum
GrandDaddy Purp, OG Kush, and Romulan
Straight chronic, hydroponic
Always organic and medical liquid THC!
(Pepe: Wait Wonka don't forget the edibles)
Shit, we stay blowin' big Phillies
Like the Sixers' girls
My blunts like dumbbells
Too much for your chick to curl
Strictly heavy-weights
Inhaling through a gas mask
So let the smoke flow from my
Volcano® to a trash bag
Nothin but Swisher guts in my trash can
You pussies look but never touch
Call it a cat-scan you can tell by the crowd
And every trashed fan
We blowin' L's don't give a
Fuck where the ash land!
Makin love, music, and money
The modest hop around me
I meditate on Buddha just
Like Mahatama Ghandi
And bang nothin' but these beats
Cause the block behind me
Stick that shit under the seat
When the cops behind me
Though I'm the God of it
Rhymin is just a side of me
It will never entirely diary the entire me
(no)
Try to tell me that shit is dead, you know
Hip hop is alive, lyrics is back
The youth are the legs, you the arms
I am the cap
Head piece to the Voltron, stoned like Volcom
Used to lose his cool now
His attitude is so calm
Other troubled souls playin' life like Socom
Fuck beefin' I just came to get my smoke on
Younger days when I flung yay
Apartment empty I told them
Bitches it's feng-shui
Eatin' off of this music
Use it for lunch trays
Blowin' blunts in the sun
'til my tongues grey
Perhaps the most controversial
Aspect of Rastafarianism
Is the use of marijuana
As a central part in it's
Philosphy officially named ganja, it's
Colocally described by the rastas as "herb"
And Bob Marley is said
To smoke a pound a week
It's outlawed in Jamaica
And a convicted smoker can expect
An 18-month jail sentence
The more you accept herb is the more
You accept rastafari herb? Herb is a
Plant i meanherb is so good for
Everything why these people who want
To do so much good for everyone
Who call themselves government and this and
That, why them say you must not
Use the herb? You see
Them say you must not use the herb because
It makes you a rebel against what?
A nigga gotta keep it G though
Sour hour then it's off to the Bistro
Hit the rugby store with Steve-O
Real quick, off a lick
Shit was easy as a free-throw
Cashin out, Im seein Ross and Casino
It's the kush-god comin'
With some mean-old-bud
It's that Larry OG, my strain of the week
Smash it in the grinder
Sprinkle it with kief
In the 206? The hottest nigga in
The east, on the low though
All I need is a lil' more promo
Niggas lighting reggie around me is a no no
Get the boot just cause they
Don't know no better
Lil horse on my Polo sweater
I mastered this, it's classic shit
And Im vintage DZA, my low game finish niggas
I smoke to get high, cause life is so low
All I know is I ain't tryna do this on my own
So, it's me and Mary Jane, both gettin' grown
When you see the packs
Like attack of the clones
You don't want this hash-wax
To the vapor dome
Followed by a snap out of each and every bong
28 grams, top shelf, take em home
Open up the bag 'bout to get into my zone
Still they try and tell the
People smoking weed is wrong
But after smoking weed is when
I wrote my deepest songs
And on my worst days
Made me feel like keepin' on
Chiefin Purple-Haze until my
Vertebraes were strong
Jar half full 'bout to burn
It 'til it's gone!
My recommendation just made my dealer broker
And this piece of paper just
Made me a legal smoker
WCW bud is even doper
It gon' make you see double or
Leave you in a coma
Because Seattle only competing
With California
If you ain't on the West we out-grown ya
The aroma got me feelin at home, uh
There's nothin like the scent of
Marijuana to a stoner
Blue Dream and Northern Lights
Puffin' purple with my people
Headband, Cinderalla 99, and Sour Diesel
Irish Gold, Blueberry
White Rhino's what I twist
With some Afghan-Gooey, Cat-Piss
And Cali Mist
Got that AK-47 mixed with some Bubblegum
GrandDaddy Purp, OG Kush, and Romulan
Straight chronic, hydroponic
Always organic and medical liquid THC!
(Pepe: Wait Wonka don't forget the edibles)
Shit, we stay blowin' big Phillies
Like the Sixers' girls
My blunts like dumbbells
Too much for your chick to curl
Strictly heavy-weights
Inhaling through a gas mask
So let the smoke flow from my
Volcano® to a trash bag
Nothin but Swisher guts in my trash can
You pussies look but never touch
Call it a cat-scan you can tell by the crowd
And every trashed fan
We blowin' L's don't give a
Fuck where the ash land!
Makin love, music, and money
The modest hop around me
I meditate on Buddha just
Like Mahatama Ghandi
And bang nothin' but these beats
Cause the block behind me
Stick that shit under the seat
When the cops behind me
Though I'm the God of it
Rhymin is just a side of me
It will never entirely diary the entire me
(no)
Try to tell me that shit is dead, you know
Hip hop is alive, lyrics is back
The youth are the legs, you the arms
I am the cap
Head piece to the Voltron, stoned like Volcom
Used to lose his cool now
His attitude is so calm
Other troubled souls playin' life like Socom
Fuck beefin' I just came to get my smoke on
Younger days when I flung yay
Apartment empty I told them
Bitches it's feng-shui
Eatin' off of this music
Use it for lunch trays
Blowin' blunts in the sun
'til my tongues grey
Perhaps the most controversial
Aspect of Rastafarianism
Is the use of marijuana
As a central part in it's
Philosphy officially named ganja, it's
Colocally described by the rastas as "herb"
And Bob Marley is said
To smoke a pound a week
It's outlawed in Jamaica
And a convicted smoker can expect
An 18-month jail sentence
The more you accept herb is the more
You accept rastafari herb? Herb is a
Plant i meanherb is so good for
Everything why these people who want
To do so much good for everyone
Who call themselves government and this and
That, why them say you must not
Use the herb? You see
Them say you must not use the herb because
It makes you a rebel against what?