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Chris Webby

Genres: Hip-Hop

La La La Lyrics - Chris Webby

Where my pot heads at? 

 

Right here aha, yeah, yeah, CT, check it 

 

We rollin trees and smokin la la la la la 

Another weed song from me 

Burning more trees than Cheech Chong 

Red and Meth or roll together in the same L 

We smoke blunts all day you can't tell? Hell 

I'm stompin in with my boots on 

Rollin to the diner with my half off coupon 

Fuck, I been burnin since I was newborn 

So high flying through space with Jimmy Neutron 

That's how I do mon, rock the rhythm 

You would think I had a mother fucking pot prescription 

Like the doctor's flippin 

My grass stay fresh cut, sticky icky wet stuff, put it in the next dutch 

 

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But last time I had a checkup, the doc said my brain was not fully developed 

Fuck, but it just don't matter, I'm a half to roll the next blunt fatter hah 

La la la la la 

Just break it up and smoke that la la la la la 

Now twist it up and smoke that la la la la la 

 

Now light it up and smoke that la la la la la 

And then you keep on burnin 

 

The way this weed hit your chest should invest in Kevlar 

Chillin on Saturn, cruisin in the XR 

Everyday I got the best bars 

And the best weed same color as Reptar 

Yes, we stay lightin up the purple 

In my own entourage smoking like Turtle 

Fuck all the commercials, they all straight lies 

Actin like I'm gonna kill a mother fucker cause I'm high 

The most I'm likely to do is open the fridge, chill on the couch, and never end up leaving my crib, shit 

But that's just how I do 

Stay high, seeing from my birds eye view 

I walk into a room and everybody starts sniffin 

 

"Like, oh my God, I can guarantee that's Christian, " 

"It's nine in the morning yo what the fuck's with him? " 

And I'm like, "Chill! I've got a weed addiction like." 

 

We lightin ganja ganja, every day we burn dutchies 

And then we stay around more trees than Fern Gully 

I earn money, spend on weed, and burn money 

Got the dice in my hand, can't take my turn from me 

I rip like a beast when I hit the beats 

But it's just weed when they say I'm equipped with heat, please 

Shit's leaving you in disbelief 

I'm that monster at your door, bitch, trick-or-treat 

The way I freestyle, shit, it really baffles me 

Cause I'm a pot head, call me Johnny Appleseed 

I got a dub and a dutch, let's roll and spark 

Til we start to see shit like Joan of Arc 

I know I'm smart, I know I'm nice 

That's why you can't see me like a poltergeist 

Smokin la la la, give that bowl a light 

Grab the bong even tighter than I hold the mic, like 

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