La La La

[Verse 1: Chris Webby] We rollin' trees and smokin' la la la la la Another weed song from me Burnin' more trees than Cheech Chong Red and Meth all 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 flyin' through space with Jimmy Neutron That's how I do mon, rock the rhythm You would think I had a mothafuckin' pot prescription Like the doctor's flippin', my grass stay fresh cut Sticky icky wet stuff, put it in the next dutch But last time I had a checkup, the doc said my brain was not fully developed Fuck, but it just don't matter, I'mma have to roll the next blunt fatter, ha! [Hook] 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' [Verse 2: Chris Webby] The way this weed hits 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, smokin' like Turtle Fuck all the commercials, they all straight lies Actin' like I'm gonna kill a mothafucker cause I'm high The most I'm likely to do is open the fridge Chill on the couch, and never end up leavin' my crib Shit, but that's just how I do Stay high, seein' 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Chris Webby] We lightin' ganja ganja, every day we burn dutchies And always 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 leavin' 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 ya'll 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 [Hook]