(Talking). Home sweet home. Let me take a drink of my fucking bud lite. Yo Richter, lite that joint yo X. Yo yo yo. Turn the porch light on. . Welcome to the suburbs where the grass is green.
Soul surfin searching for the truth getting buried deep inside and come out wantin. More. . Soul surfin' in the greenroom. When the time is right, you're plant will bloom.
[Chorus]. We need some positive vibes for these rainy days. Let the sun come out keep pushin' these clouds away. We need some positive vibes life's for fun so go and play.
[Chorus]. No turning back now going out full throttle puffin crazy mad herb. With our hands on the bottle. We some stoners wreaking havoc we ain't no role.
You gonna hit some weed up in the motherfucker?. DJ Bobby be, D-Loc. . Time keeps on slidin' through that hour glass. I, I need to rip another vapor blast.
Wasted away, trapped in their maze. Gotta get out. . My punk rock?s dirty, my hip hop?s clean. One side has rust the other triple beam. One side is crazy, phat the other?s pissed.