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q-unique - green grass lyrics

now normally i don’t put myself on front street
but as sure as the chocolate paper make the blunt sweet
i get the best new york city bomb sh-t
visions of alien life from a bong hit
nah dog down the block they be selling dirt
one hit off this sh-t and ya cerebellum work
ya gotta keep yourself under observation
having a two day -n-lytical conversation
a laugh attack with nothing to laugh at
car full of spics smoked out in a hatchback
get me a philly and candy
then get bent watching the grim adventures of billy and mandy
hate running outta weed when i need some
got me digging through the house for weed crumbs
i hope that’s it that might be it hold it
roll that sh-t light that sh-t smoke it
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when i was a little lad i had a little drag
of gr-ss mixed with k!ller hash, dad never hid his stash
i’d separate the seeds from the skunk
pops was so high he’d lock the keys in the trunk
late on a school night
leave for a weed run
seeing the reruns, feening he needs some
candles and statues and doing voodoo
then you get the munchies for some oodles of noodles
then he get paranoid and start a home search
“we have a prowler. anthony, you go first
ssh you hear that? the sound from last night?”
i’m scared in the hall with a knife and a flashlight
that’s me at age 11
catch a contact in tremont with jay and kevin
________________ rolled the weed and blazed with brethren
fingertips is yellow from the haze’s resin
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light up the broccoli
roll up the cheeba
the highest monopoly(?) smoking some reefer
puffin the cess till the blunt’s gone
ain’t nothing like the green from a mexican from lawn
you got the indo
you got that catnip
in ’86 they’d say roll up a fat spliff
from chronic to ganja to sour diesel
i’m high on strawberry fields as if i was a beatle
remember amsterdam twisting up lemon haze
started a torch been about 11 days
(where was i?)
oh amsterdam lemon haze never had a better blaze than rolling up with jerr and dave
or when i met that chick on 1st and grand
we got high and kissed till our spit turned to sand
or sellin with j, he was broke and going bottom
went outta business quick cos he smoked up all the product

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