Q-Unique - Green Grass lyrics
[Q-Unique - Green Grass lyrics]
Now normally I don't put
Myself on front street
But as sure as the chocolate
Paper make the blunt sweet
I get the best New York City bomb shit
Visions of alien life from a bong hit
Nah dog down the block they be selling dirt
One hit off this shit and ya cerebellum work
Ya gotta keep yourself under observation
Having a two day analytical conversation
A laugh attack with nothing to laugh at
Car full of spics smoked out in a hatchback
Get me a Philly and candy
Then get bent watching the Grim
Adventures of Billy and Mandy
Hate running outta weed when I need some
Got me digging through the
House for weed crumbs
I hope that's it that might be it hold it
Roll that shit light that shit smoke it -
When I was a little lad I had a little drag
Of grass mixed with killer hash
Dad never hid his stash
I'd separate the seeds from the skunk
Pops was so high he'd lock
The keys in the trunk late on a school night
Leave for a weed run
Seeing the reruns, feening he needs some
Candles and statues and doing voodoo
Then you get the munchies for
Some oodles of noodles
Then he get paranoid and start a home search
"We have a prowler anthony, you go first
Ssh you hear that? The
Sound from last night?"
I'm scared in the hall with
A knife and a flashlight that's me at age 11
Catch a contact in Tremont with Jay and Kevin
Rolled the weed and blazed with brethren
Fingertips is yellow from the haze's resin -
Light up the broccoli roll up the cheeba
The highest monopoly smoking some reefer
Puffin the cess till the blunt's gone
Ain't nothing like the green from
A Mexican from lawn you got the indo
You got that catnip
In '86 they'd say roll up a fat spliff
From chronic to ganja to sour diesel
I'm high on strawberry fields as
If I was a Beatle
Remember Amsterdam twisting up lemon haze
Started a torch been about 11 days
(Where was I?) oh Amsterdam lemon haze never
Had a better blaze
Than rolling up with Jerr and Dave
Or when I met that chick on 1st and Grand
We got high and kissed till
Our spit turned to sand or sellin with J
He was broke and going bottom
Went outta business quick cos he
Smoked up all the product
Myself on front street
But as sure as the chocolate
Paper make the blunt sweet
I get the best New York City bomb shit
Visions of alien life from a bong hit
Nah dog down the block they be selling dirt
One hit off this shit and ya cerebellum work
Ya gotta keep yourself under observation
Having a two day analytical conversation
A laugh attack with nothing to laugh at
Car full of spics smoked out in a hatchback
Get me a Philly and candy
Then get bent watching the Grim
Adventures of Billy and Mandy
Hate running outta weed when I need some
Got me digging through the
House for weed crumbs
I hope that's it that might be it hold it
Roll that shit light that shit smoke it -
When I was a little lad I had a little drag
Of grass mixed with killer hash
Dad never hid his stash
I'd separate the seeds from the skunk
Pops was so high he'd lock
The keys in the trunk late on a school night
Leave for a weed run
Seeing the reruns, feening he needs some
Candles and statues and doing voodoo
Then you get the munchies for
Some oodles of noodles
Then he get paranoid and start a home search
"We have a prowler anthony, you go first
Ssh you hear that? The
Sound from last night?"
I'm scared in the hall with
A knife and a flashlight that's me at age 11
Catch a contact in Tremont with Jay and Kevin
Rolled the weed and blazed with brethren
Fingertips is yellow from the haze's resin -
Light up the broccoli roll up the cheeba
The highest monopoly smoking some reefer
Puffin the cess till the blunt's gone
Ain't nothing like the green from
A Mexican from lawn you got the indo
You got that catnip
In '86 they'd say roll up a fat spliff
From chronic to ganja to sour diesel
I'm high on strawberry fields as
If I was a Beatle
Remember Amsterdam twisting up lemon haze
Started a torch been about 11 days
(Where was I?) oh Amsterdam lemon haze never
Had a better blaze
Than rolling up with Jerr and Dave
Or when I met that chick on 1st and Grand
We got high and kissed till
Our spit turned to sand or sellin with J
He was broke and going bottom
Went outta business quick cos he
Smoked up all the product