Heavy Crownz, Jeff K%nz, Gr8Sky - Farmerz N Treez Lyrics

I need that Zaza Pachulia
Not that backyard boogie stuff
Selah
She got her nails done
To match the dunks
I just bought her
Prefer my strains
To have range
Like water colors
I took a fast from weed
But now I'm sparking up
Hittin' Stock for the re-up
When enough is enough
I properly conduct a session
With the ones I love
This pack was not vacuum sealed
This traveled straight
From the farm here
For real
It make me feel like eagles
In the sky
Fly
Gr8Thinkaz taking them bong rips
DIRYTE EVERYDAY
Rolling up J's
I might just fry some mushrooms
For the hunger pains
I thought you knew me well
I'm just planting seeds
For a cabbage patch
Smoother than the seats
In the Cadillac
I did have
I dig that super funky garden smell
Buds chunky like Ro-Tel
Held in high regard like Em Hotep

See I can't help it
Baby this is who I am
If yo pack is not that jam
Then I cannot link up for naan
I needs that piff
Can ya dig?
That piff
Can ya dig?
That piff
Can ya dig?
I can't help it
I needs that piff

Ganja aid in the regulation
I took drag
And now my mind racing
Lighting McQueen
Got me feeling like a King
If royalty was the occupation
What you abuse
I use for better conversation
Now I appreciate
A clean and clear bong
Cuz it gimme what I need
To leave crystals in my songs
Shit I'm smoking on
King of the jungle strong
It gave me tiger's eye
Now I look like Rae Dawn Chong
I ain't playin' with ya boa
Twenty eight grams in twenty four hours
That's a day chalk
Full of flowers
Til I'm rollin up them daisy's nigga
Me and my boys
Come in smelling like noise
How they still stay poised
My platform got me lookin
Like I'm walking on stilts
Lungs built for the pot
Like a kiln
Aw yeah
The tree kindling
Pass the joint back n forth
Like Wimbledon
l keep Mary close
Just like a sibling

See I can't help it
Baby this is who I am
If yo pack is not that jam
Then I cannot link up for naan
I needs that piff
Can ya dig?
That piff
Can ya dig?
That piff
Can ya dig?
I can't help it
I needs that piff

Aye
I just bust open some flower
Lemme get myself together
Imma need about a hour
My trees fleece white as snow
Oh so keify
Full of funkadelic
Can't out chief me
The bong breezy
As Victor Freeze in the cooler
Vivid imagination
Give Vivica cold shoulders
My Santa Cruz is black
I call him lawnmower
I remember putting towels under doors
Wearing shades
Hiding odors
Now I scavenge happily for
Icky Vicky
Her body green
Orange hairs
I think I'm Timmy
She wanna babysit me
I'm Weezy "Imma lettah"
Where the lighter
She deserve some shine
And a little medal (metal)
She got such mature petals
IMx
I don't mind hitting
The same strain twice
Like go home,
Roger that!
I renewed my prior pack
Eleven years been in tact
With little Miss Mary Mack
The grinder go clinky-clack
Roll up Fruit by the Foot
Bouquet got sativa stats
That's GR well in fact

Aye
I just bust open some flower
Lemme get myself together
Imma need about a hour

See I can't help it
Baby this is who I am
If yo pack is not that jam
Then I cannot link up for naan
I needs that piff
Can ya dig?
That piff
Can ya dig?
That piff
Can ya dig?
I can't help it
I needs that piff