Artist: Kryme Life f/ Tommy Whispers Album: The Kryme Wave Song: Lala Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Tommy Whispers (Kryme Life)] God damn, yo, Kryme, man, how much you could smoke man? Another fucking blunt, nigga? (Yeah, man, you know I gotta do it man) You smoke alotta fucking weed, man (Yeah, it ain't nothing, man) You must got a weed plant in your crib, or something, man Yo, man, all you do is blow weed, nigga All you do is fucking smoke (roll that shit up, son) God damn, you got bamboo, dutches, philly, white owls Nigga... you talking all that shit Pass that L, man, pass that, you O'treeing, nigga Shit, man, all you do is smoke, smoke and smoke [Kryme Life] My eyes stay low from the purple haze, yes The cessamillia'll ease the brain, no The kid never had to fuck with 'caine Or any other one of them things, I just sling and Even though the song here be about a buzz I still tell kids just say no to drugs Cuz you don't wanna have to grow up like I was Even though my intentions was high as the sky was As I think of all the things I did to buy buds In school I acted up, many classes I cut Wasn't thinking bout much, but the bag and the dutch I can remember, Mary had me sprung, since I was a shorty Trooping up to the Hill, straight to 240 Me and my nigga Shy, going to see Chocolate Tai Cuz I like the way she smell, plus I love her complexion And the way she make me feel right after a session I got knocked fucking with her, I still ain't learn my lesson I just wanted her more after all that stressing Every chance I get, I got a blunt in my hand And if they offer still with me, take a drug program, cuz I [Chorus 2X: Kryme Life] Get, smoke, pass that, smoke that Breathe, trees, trees, they good for my art The more I smoke, the more I write darts [Kryme Life] This one's for my dutch masters, blunt wrappers Niggas that shotgun and roll up, baseball bats My backwood hoods, them white owl prowlers My philly boy sit in the crib and smoke ounces Lighting up the evergreen, blowing in the mezzanine I can smoke a thousand blunts, but I never lean Just in case a nigga wanna scheme, I lay you out Treat you like seeds in my weed, I'll take you out Can't outsmoke me, son, you got virgin lungs Please, I burn exotic leaves, blue berry sour d's White widow, all kind of trees, skunk pillows Arizona mixed with hasshish, getting no sleep All night cyphers, cuz we got enough charm Ran out of papers to roll, I started hitting the bong For dolo, because my partner didn't wanna be a doner If you can't support your habit, then you ain't a true stoner I love me some marijuana, ain't nothing like the ganja I'm colder, when I'm sober, but you know I gotta blow and get [Chorus 2X]