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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 shit

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 shit

don’t even matter, got all different shit

White widow,, super silver haze, fuckin' 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 fuckin' afghan

Losin' weight like a motherfucker 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

Fuckin'

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 shit

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

Nice

Aw yeah yeah yeah, oh excuse me

Oops sorry about that

You know I’m gonna cover up that smell from my fuckin', from my asshole

Man let’s blaze some of that orange chronic up in this place man!

Alright, you’d better fuckin' keep your shit 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 shit rollin'

Let me turn this motherfuckin 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…

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

Motherfuckers 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 fuckin' shit and keep a grip on your dick

Done

It’s the grow room jam!

Hey you got the phone?

Hurry up!

Uh-uh, grab that shit man

I just got done laying that shit!

Hello?

See, they fuckin' hung up anyways

I’m outta here, peace

(Let's go smoke)

Done