Kottonmouth Kings - Grow Room Jam lyrics

You know I was driving in the car with daddy x today Hittin’ my bong, he’s like “That’s just an everyday thing for you, huh? That’s your reality?” I was like “yeah” (Light ’em up Light ’em up y’all Light ’em up Light it up y’all) I just smoke whenever, you know what I mean? I’ll fire a bowl up on the road I’ll fire a bowl up in the house In the bathroom, or garage The park (You bring the owl I’ll bring the papers [?] we’ll roll fat bones and Spark up the vapors) My parent’s house Restaurants, clubs Venues Police presence Many and many tour buses (I’ll take the high road You take the low A thousand pounds and pounds of that Sticky endo It’s the grow room jam Jam y’all It’s the grow room jam Jam y’all) State to state, man I even sparked in other countries Bullet trains Goin’ from Amsterdam over to Belgium, me and Bobby B firing up fatties in the rear of the train They were trippin’ on that sh** Look at the crazy high Americans We was just lovin’ it though Ripped! (Shop and get two quarters and we Recommend two ounces We harvest strains with different names So cali can pronounce it I’ll take the high road You take the low This jam goes round and out To all the people that grow It’s the grow room jam Jam y’all It’s the grow room jam Jam y’all) Goin’ through all different coffee shops, checkin’ all the strains out Walking out, lookin’ at menus and sh** [?] don’t even matter, got all different sh**. White widow, [?], super silver haze, f**in’ blueberry you know. Some people.., there’s a different widow in every show you know what I mean? You just gotta check it out Blue dolphin, cap-two, Took the tube [?] nice little hash pad in the morning [?] But the morning shops are open early And go from there, start headin’ uptown Hit a couple shops, jump on a train maybe (Keep the lights on, keep the cycles turnin’ Keep the lights on, keep those joints burnin’ Keep the lights on, keep the cycles turnin’ Keep the lights on, it’s the grow room jam Jam It’s the grow room jam Jam) No worryin’ The way it should be [?] prepared for weed Some people, they just ask like, they just think you’re going like [?] I want some, I need some herb, but you know, I ain’t gonna I ain’t gonna buy it if it’s not the dank nuggets The dank I want a zip for sure But if it’s like, just, regulars you know, give me a quarter to get me through the day And you’d be surprised how many times I get the quarter you know what I mean? I just wish (Where I want, yeah None defy it You and I together in a Stance to fight it Just one voice Legalize it It’s just a plant Legalize It’s the grow room jam Jam y’all It’s the grow room jam Jam y’all) [?] 8 g’s in a day Yeah, you know what I’m talking bout The alien, the hindu Goin’ out to f**in’ afghan [?] Losin’ weight like a motherf**er just can’t do nothin’ about it (Sure as the sun shines Show them a blaypo Sure as the blue wine stars Ass don’t wanna blow Drop the seeds in soil and it Reaches the shack Smoking more than water in a Loving calf It’s the grow room jam Jam y’all It’s the grow room jam Jam y’all) What are you gonna do, not get the weed? It’s the bomb We sure as hell don’t wanna smoke that BC they’re rollin’ back home BC they’ve got pounds and pounds of the BC but no one seems to have the crip Or whoever got the crip don’t wanna part with it Can’t blame ’em though, you know what I mean When I got the crip I don’t wanna part with it neither, hell no! If I got the crip I’m smokin’ you can come get a session on We’ll get ripped f**in’ Smoke a half, half an ounce real quick in a session, just roll it up Put it in that keefebox Line a few joints with that keefe, whoooo! Blast off dog in a sandbox down as my girl calls it (Keep the lights on, keep the cycles turnin’ Keep the lights on, keep those joints burnin’ Keep the lights on, keep the cycles turnin’ Keep the lights on, it’s the grow room jam Jam The grow room jam Jam) And then all of a sudden it hits you and you can’t breathe and you blow it all out And you explode and you go into a mad coughing fit And it’s like you’re swimming up, you’re sitting down on the bottom of a pool tryin’ to swim up for air and you’re like gasping. You can’t get it cause you can’t breathe the air and it’s crazy And you’re like swimming and swimming and when you get up like get up for that final gasp And you get it… oooof… and your lungs expand with that air you know. And your eyes drop. And you just start laughin’ like the first time you ever took a rip. You don’t wanna sit up, you don’t wanna do sh** So listen to the grow room jam Cause we’re getting ripped! Watch the pipes go, pipes go, pipes go (Keep the lights on, keep the cycles turnin’ Keep the lights on, keep those joints burnin’ Keep the lights on, keep the cycles turnin’ Keep the lights on, it’s the grow room jam Jam y’all It’s the grow room jam Jam) And you get the… the green crack and the kevork and the… the troph. The millhouse and all types of… all types of organics from the rast man. (Shop and get two quarters and we Recommend two ounces We harvest strains with different names So cali can pronounce it) We used to get the d dog personally to b money. Up in the bay that’s all up in the bay all those strains. We go down to Diego and pick up some of the BR better known as the bull rider! Hey yo Patrick hold up, hold up, dog Hey yo ease Hey! Hey yeah, We just, you know, just keepin’ it funky for yall. Little, hand clap, with the clap. Yo we sit in a cloud, sittin’ in my green room, releasin’ my herbs My green room how we toke And if you don’t know you’re never gonna know That’s how we doin’ it Kottonmouth Kings outsmokin’ the planet D Loc, X, Johnny Richter, Dj B, Big P, Dog Boy, Lou Dog, the munchies Well don’t forget little man! I can’t forget about Kevin Zing, layin’ down the foundation Yeah yeah, you better plant your seeds and keep your plants lookin’ sharp Hold up, hold up, I gotta fart [*Fart noise*] Nice Aw yeah yeah yeah, oh excuse me Oops sorry about that You know I’m gonna cover up that smell from my f**in’, from my a**hole Man let’s blaze some of that orange chronic up in this place man! Alright, you’d better f**in’ keep your sh** on point Because after this season our crops are lookin’ too clean You know what I’m sayin? I’m a little hype right now I’m going to keep this sh** rollin’ Let me turn this motherf**in cake Stayin’ blasted with my funk Mixin’ the flavors, changin’ it up So grab your lighters, ola ola ay! Yo it’s time to get hammer done Out of commission until I throw up So if you want to get… [*Phone rings*] Oh, oh, hold up Chick woods on the line, hold up CZ No I’m done I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Alright Hey You know what I’m saying? You wanna get puked on? Kottonmouth Kings is going on forever ever You know I mean, until we die, just remember our spirit lives on in the underground 3 kids from P town You won’t see us on the radio Motherf**ers make the world go round Or MTV Blast you out, little funk, little whatever, you know what I’m saying? Just you’re done, go to bed, you’re a donkey Bye Get some sleep Bye Bye bye! You ain’t gonna stop these kids, yo So whatever you wanna do, just Plan out your f**in’ sh** and keep a grip on your dick Done It’s the grow room jam! [*Phone rings*] Hey you got the phone? Hurry up! [*Phone rings*] Uh-uh, grab that sh** man I just got done laying that sh**! Hello? See, they f**in’ hung up anyways I’m outta here, peace (Let’s go smoke) Done