Mystic Roots - Smoke Out Lyrics
Mystic Roots Lyrics
Smoke Out Lyrics
In Chico Cali-forn-i-a
We like to smoke out everyday
They went ahead and did it
It passed now the grass is cool
The government aint lovin it, Im smokin dank at school
Im hella-happy, Imma pack me up a chronic bowl
Cause now my weed dont need to be left out in the cold
21 years old, and hella proud
I feel like runnin through the streets just to tell it loud
Cant keep this motha-f*ckin grin off my silly face
Forget tobacco, Imma wanna smoke a Philly laced
with straight chronic, Im on it now until I die
Medicine they finally lettin in, I wonder why
215 didnt pass a long time ago
I need my medicine to help me rhyme and flow
Not guilty, possession, never again
Now feel me, the sesh can begin again
No brother, you might have to quit the drank
Give up praise and thanks, they legalized the dank
They said it wont work, I said it aint the truth
I did my homework, then got up in the booth
They gave me bad vibe, but I stayed positive
Now Im high until I die, thats how I gotta live
Dont get me wrong, Im not a junkie on my way
to waste away my life smokin crack everyday
I just smoke weed when work is said and done
I went to all my classes, now my ass is havin fun
Im not stayin lazy cause people pay me to make music
Herbal medication as an option, Imma chose it
They give me Prozac, Vicatin, sleeping-pills
Which give me side effects, cold sweats, deep in chills
Or you could buy a fat-ass sack & save money
Only side effects are the sleepies and the munchies
God loves you, God loves me
Man made brew but God made weed
My Blunt! I keep one on me now
Dont front! I know my homies are down
cuz my blunt! Even the letters make me high:
my Brain Loves Usin Nuff Thai
Stay loaded I quoted Peter Tosh:
Some call it ganja I call it drink the froth
Ask my homie, Sash. Bonng-hits are hella-fun
Six million ways to smoke, so chose one
Crime no longer, legal now your honor
Migraines and chest pains, perscription marijuana
Growin in the corner, pretty little plant
Sittin in my lap, I got 50 Hav-A-Tamps
Avalanche a bud, nuff love from the polls
Thank you California, if its legall let it grow
Powers of the plant no longer a mystery
1996, we made history
In Chico, Cali-forn-i-a
We Like to smoke at 4:20
We like to smoke out everyday
They went ahead and did it
It passed now the grass is cool
The government aint lovin it, Im smokin dank at school
Im hella-happy, Imma pack me up a chronic bowl
Cause now my weed dont need to be left out in the cold
21 years old, and hella proud
I feel like runnin through the streets just to tell it loud
Cant keep this motha-f*ckin grin off my silly face
Forget tobacco, Imma wanna smoke a Philly laced
with straight chronic, Im on it now until I die
Medicine they finally lettin in, I wonder why
215 didnt pass a long time ago
I need my medicine to help me rhyme and flow
Not guilty, possession, never again
Now feel me, the sesh can begin again
No brother, you might have to quit the drank
Give up praise and thanks, they legalized the dank
They said it wont work, I said it aint the truth
I did my homework, then got up in the booth
They gave me bad vibe, but I stayed positive
Now Im high until I die, thats how I gotta live
Dont get me wrong, Im not a junkie on my way
to waste away my life smokin crack everyday
I just smoke weed when work is said and done
I went to all my classes, now my ass is havin fun
Im not stayin lazy cause people pay me to make music
Herbal medication as an option, Imma chose it
They give me Prozac, Vicatin, sleeping-pills
Which give me side effects, cold sweats, deep in chills
Or you could buy a fat-ass sack & save money
Only side effects are the sleepies and the munchies
God loves you, God loves me
Man made brew but God made weed
My Blunt! I keep one on me now
Dont front! I know my homies are down
cuz my blunt! Even the letters make me high:
my Brain Loves Usin Nuff Thai
Stay loaded I quoted Peter Tosh:
Some call it ganja I call it drink the froth
Ask my homie, Sash. Bonng-hits are hella-fun
Six million ways to smoke, so chose one
Crime no longer, legal now your honor
Migraines and chest pains, perscription marijuana
Growin in the corner, pretty little plant
Sittin in my lap, I got 50 Hav-A-Tamps
Avalanche a bud, nuff love from the polls
Thank you California, if its legall let it grow
Powers of the plant no longer a mystery
1996, we made history
In Chico, Cali-forn-i-a
We Like to smoke at 4:20
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