[Chorus: Defari]

Roll it, light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it

See if you can hold it, this bomb tree

Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips

See if you can handle all of it, this bomb tree

Roll it , light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it

See if you can hold it, this bomb tree

Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips,

See if you can handle all of it, this bomb



[Defari]

My minds trippin', I'm flying like the Jetsons

I got greener trees than the vegetable section

Though I'm blown on high, I'm concentrating on this realness

Society's playin' with these devils and illness, God

Hear me when I beg for forgiveness

All the black and tans I've had, all the forty's and Guinness

All the sacks and the bags I've rolled full of indo

Hot box in the low with the rolled up windows

Ninety-eight degrees outside, ash the roach, put the AC on sixty-five and drive

These Los Angeles streets I ride

Peep a cold ass nigga with the bloodshot eyes, Defari, yeah

That name ring a bell

and that kush those dudes smoked got that bomb ass smell

Palm trees ain't the only greenery in California

In fact, the most common tree is what we call doja



[Chorus: x2]



Now I've been all around the world for the bomb ass tree

Canada, Amsterdam, Christine to Italy, the Bay and Honolulu

I even got thai weed in London that look like doodoo

Imagine blunts longer than a Hennessy fifth

Northern lights, purple kush with a mushroom mix

Add my rockin' hash to your little blunt of tricks

Now what do we have?  A motherfuckin blunt that hits

That's the shit, stop playin', add a sack to this

But put it back in your pocket if you got seeds and sticks

You dig?  I'm only firing up fire weed

Make a stress smoker really admire me



[Chorus: x2]



I'm from that Cheech and Chong scene

I got that mean Joe Green

I'll burn trees until I'm one hundred and thirteen (damn)

And maybe then I'll stop, Not!

I'll be a great grandpops with the finest of stock

Cannabis cup, we party, can't handle this stuff

Damage your lungs, what!  Pack another one

I got fresh water for the bong, that's six feet long

Exercise before I rip it cuz this weed is strong

A Jay of white widow sprinkled with some hash in the middle

Make a nigga hella happy, like when he was little

Bout to grub except now we burn pounds and dubs

I'd like to take time out to thank those who gave love

On the sack, the rest of y'all niggas is wack

Tried to serve a nigga shake at the end of your bag

Zig zag, take a slow drag

And if you just started smoking tree you wouldn't know that



[Chorus: x2]