mad bagz of weed if it ain t green it ain t us your parents hate us because we smell like cannabis and remind em of the incubus another freek of the night with excessable roach clips bongs and weed pipes we comin wit the straight 28 a full oz only fuckin wit the weed you can keep the nose bleed mash on you haters actin like you know me twiztid motherfucker what you got on my trees 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 tray to the bong smoke alotta weed cloud nine space flying people try to front like i don t but i can see inside em put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session and i mma smoke it all up quick without question 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 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 of good green rolled 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 wrap your surroundings 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 the casket i keep an axe and a fat sack with the zig zags for the 2 blunt trademark trees every studio session we gettin sparked 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 in this bitch tonight thick clouds of weed smoke green like kryptonite 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 accumulated like resins in bongs 2