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If it ain't green it ain't us Your parents hate us because we smell like canibus And remind them of the incubus Another freak of the night With excessable roachclips, bongs and weed pipe We comin' with the straight 28 A full o.z, only fuckin' with the weed You can keep the nosebleed Bash on you haters actin' like you know me Twiztid muthafucka what you got on my tree? I smoke it down to the ash Burning lips and finger tips On for helly shit and take no bullet and passin' it Right to the ashtray where it belongs From the bag to the j to the drape to the bong Smoke alotta weed, cloud nine Space flying People try to front like I don't But I can see it inside them Put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session And I'mma smoke it all up quick without a question I hope you brought the papers Letras de cancionesYou know I brought the trees So roll another joint And hand that bitch to me We do this everyday So come get high with me No matter what they tell us this is reality Eyes blue out red I'm lookin' faded Clothes stank like bud And my finger tips is always resonated We burnin' ganja with the windows up I got a q.p a good green rub ready to puff We smokin' entirely to much trees for average folks But I never said that I was average I like to smoke mad bags of weed No stems, no seeds All I really want and all I really need I gotta tell you bitches It ain't no smokin' for free If you ain't fuckin' with me Don't put your lips up on my muthafuckin' tree Wreck us around us, like a zig zag Light your whole block with a flame and take a big drag We blaze trees on the highways in the driveways In a casket I keep an axe and a fat sack with the zig zags With a 2 blunt trademark trees every studio session we gettin' sparked I hope you brought the papers You know I brought the trees So roll another joint And hand that bitch to me We do this everyday So come get high with me No matter what they tell us this is reality We smoke weed everyday Regardless what you say And every single night with the get right You need to get up and shut up with all that pride And all you non smokin' niggas get the fuck outside Only weed smokers up this bitch tonight Thick clouds of weed smoker green like kriptonite I don't drink, shoot up or take x Only three loves in life is bud death and sex Gimme gimme green leafs laced up with hashish When your ridin' dirty, watch for police Listen and learn cuz I would never steer you wrong Knowledge is accumelated like resons in bongs [Water Bong] [x2] I hope you brought the papers You know I brought the trees So roll another joint And hand that bitch to me We do this everyday So come get high with me No matter what they tell us this is reality From Letras Mania