smokin them trees everyday of the week
aint fuckin with no seeds just straight weed
light it up fire it up smoke it to the head
dont puff too hard might end up dead
off that green crack as we call it round here
got it round the corner, real near
dont gotta go to far for that dank shit to take a rip
make your mind trip the radar start to blip
smokin that kryp just to get by
always stayin high gotta spread my wings and fly
away and up to the sky where i can try
to make five or a grand
if its in the plan then lets go gotta get that
fat sack light it up and pass it back
green crack u know im on it
smokin so much i think i got the chronic
runnin through my blood never have enough bud
gotta keep rippin till i cant see straight
if u missed out on rotation then you'll just have to wait
til i huff and puff until its too late
just a sticky roach left to handle
lit it off the candle on my mantle
so thats my story and im stickin to it
next time get in on the blunt before we're throught it
smoke up til then bring it by get high stay fly drink and drive
dont sigh its time get a dime roll it up smoke it up fire that shit before it burns yo lip bitch