Lyrics
When I roll the dutch, and then lick it shut,
lightly toast the blunt, In hale and take a puff,
Blowing clouds of indo, man I'm so thrown,
Fix the trail and then I'm right back in the zone,
The trees are sticky icky, the bud is stickin to me,
takin huge hits b, mixing up the krip with the reggies,
tokin on the green hulk, the weed it makes me choke,
this ain't no joke, mary jane I love to toke,
They told me that I'd never see her agian,
shows how much they really know about me man,
I make sure theres no sticks or stems in it,
take a deep hit, and bask in the (Mag - nif - eye - scents) for a minute.
I would never debate her, I could never just hate her,
even when I'm 90 and I sound like darth vader,
still tokin up a storm, barely able to breathe,
then I ransack the fridge lookin for somethin to eat,
Tokin up on a lovely grape dutch,
Deep hits, like that magic dragon the kid's called puff,
I love the honey, grape, coganc, and vanilla,
and when my bags empty, I get refills, I know a few fellas,
My intelligence level, is hella underestimated,
my aim through a scope is pretty fuckin dangerous,
Fog out the whip, whenever I'm riding,
chillin like a villian man just listenin and vibin,
The potent smoke, fillin up my lungs,
got me in a daze feelin more than just drunk,
exhalin looking like a fuckin dragon when I breathe,
Blowing out clouds of smoke, in the middle of my sleep,
I got some chronic that was purple, smelled like straight shit,
but one hit, like its christmas, and your ass was lit,
It didnt take much to get you fuckin high,
Had my ass soundin like a fuckin zombie tryin to rhyme,
I love to smoke especially when I feel sick,
Put a blunt up to my lips, in hale and take a hit,
The shit is just prolific, the bong is hardcore rippin,
The smoke got me grippin, at my chest, like a chokin victim,
I take a rip, and sit back real quick,
exhale and watch the motherfuckin smoke just drift,
this shit is sick, the nonsense I spit,
Quick quips with no meanin behind any of it,
These bitch mother fuckas think they tuff,
come up in my city screamin, bitch I call your bluff,
I ain't no dentist but I'll give yo ass a root canal,
when my fist hits yo face, it will bruise and swell,
I roll the dutch up before I leave for anything,
Cuz you never know when you will meet agian,
Without the mary-jane I'd probably be insane,
Smokin a fat blunt in the back seat gettin brain
