Intro: Madlib (Talking)
Hey, can I buy them trees?
You got them trees on you?
Got any of that killa?
Lemme get that purple too, that purple
Willy, don't start trippin'
I ain't got no change
This my weed right here
Verse 1: Quasimoto (Madlib)
Smoking on the trees at a hundred degrees
Never touch the freeze, just the sticky green leaves
(Put it in the dutch it gets stuck on your touch, woah)
Pack it in the bong, last long, have you on crutch
Bridge: Quasimoto (Madlib)
Light it up
(Roll it)
Pass it around
The scientists of sound check the real compound
Break: Madlib
Well if you look over here
I like that glass bong (That one?)
That big, blue glass one right there
The $200 one right there
(I don't see it. Do you have the money for it?)
Right there! To the left!
(Okay, you show me)
Verse 2: Quasimoto (Madlib)
(My man with the rasta got the best green pasta)
Tree trunk buds
(But that good shit'll cost ya)
Anyway, gimme an ounce of that shit
I'll have that shit with Madlib
We could bounce to that shit
Make a batch of cookies that'll make you feel like a rookie
Make you eat a lot, maybe go get some nookie
(High powered shit so we can do our astro travelin')
Around the world on a smoke tour, dabblin'
The most and best of weed, Amsterdam and humble seeds
Weeds, weeds, weeds is what we all needs, needs
Bridge: Quasimoto (Madlib)
(Light it up)
Roll it
Pass it around
The scientists of sound check the real compound
Thanks to BLACK BO$$ for these lyrics
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