Grow(feat. Smoke Dza & La) (Explicit)-La/KnowMads/Smoke DZA

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA] DZA, riiiiiiiiiiiiight, uh... A n***a gotta keep it G though, sour hour then it's off to the Bistro Hit the rugby store with Steve-O Real quick, off a lick, s**t was easy as a free-throw Cashin out, Im seein Ross and Casino, it's the kush-god comin' with some mean-old-bud It's that Larry OG, my strain of the week Smash it in the grinder, sprinkle it with kief In the 206? The hottest n***a in the east, on the low though, all I need is a lil' more promo Niggas lighting reggie around me is a no-no, get the boot just cause they don't know no better Lil horse on my Polo sweater I mastered this, it's classic shit Uh, and Im vintage DZA, my low game finish niggas [Verse 2: Tom Pepe] I smoke to get high, cause life is so low All I know is I ain't tryna do this on my own So it's me and Mary Jane, both gettin' grown When you see the packs, like attack of the clones You don't want this hash-wax to the vapor-dome Followed by a snap out of each and every bong 28 grams, top shelf, take em home Open up the bag 'bout to get into my zone Still they try and tell the people smoking w**d is wrong But after smoking w**d is when I wrote my deepest songs And on my worst days, made me feel like keepin' on Chiefin Purple-Haze until my vertebraes were strong Jar half full 'bout to burn it 'til its gone! My recommendation just made my dealer broker, and this piece of paper just made me a legal smoker WCW bud is even doper, it gon' make you see double or leave you in a coma Because Seattle only competing with California, if you ain't on the West we out-grown ya The aroma got me feelin at home, uh, there's nothin like the scent of m*******a to a stoner... [Verse 3: Tom Wilson] Blue Dream and Northern Lights, puffin' purple with my people Headband, Cinderalla 99, and Sour Diesel Irish Gold, Blueberry, White Rhino's what I twist With some Afghan-Gooey, Cat-Piss, and Cali Mist Got that AK-47 mixed with some Bubblegum GrandDaddy Purp, OG Kush, and Romulan Straight chronic, hydroponic, always organic and medical Liquid THC! (Pepe: Wait Wonka don't forget the edibles!) Shit, we stay blowin' big Phillies like the Sixers' girls My blunts like dumbbells, too much for your chick to curl Strictly heavy-weights, inhaling through a gas-mask So let the smoke flow from my Volcano® to a trash bag Nothin but Swisher guts in my trash can, you pussies look but never touch Call it a cat-scan You can tell by the crowd and every trashed fan We blowin' L's don't give a f**k where the ash land! [Verse 4: Language Arts/LA] Makin love, music, and money, the modest hop around me I meditate on Buddha just like Mahatama Ghandi And bang nothin' but these beats cause the block behind me Stick that s**t under the seat when the cops behind me Though I'm the God of it Rhymin is just a side of me, it will never entirely diary the entire me (...No!) Try to tell me that s**t is dead, you know Hip hop is alive, lyrics is back The youth are the legs, you the arms, I am the cap Head piece to the Voltron, stoned like Volcom Used to lose his cool now his attitude is so calm Other troubled souls playin' life like Socom F**k beefin' I just came to get my smoke on Younger days when I flung yay, apartment empty I told them B*****s it's feng-shui Eatin' off of this music, use it for lunch trays Blowin' blunts in the sun 'til my tongues grey [Outro: Reporter] Perhaps the most controversial aspect of Rastafarianism is the use of m*******a as a central part in its philosphy. Officially named ganja, it's colocally described by the rastas as "herb", and Bob Marley is said to smoke a pound a week. It's outlawed in Jamaica, and a convicted smoker can expect an 18-month jail sentence [Outro: Bob Marley] The more you accept herb is the more you accept rastafari. Herb? Herb is a plant. I mean...Herb is so good for everything. Why these people who want to do so much good for everyone, who call themselves government and this and that, why them say you must not use the herb? You see, them say you must not use the herb because it makes you a rebel... Against what?