The Grow Op (Intro)

[Intro: Nathaniel Taylor, Demond Wilson & Mac Miller] Say, my man, what are you doin'? Hey, Rollo, what's happenin', man? Look here, I'm gonna ask you a question, uh Does that look like wild parsley to you? You mean that marijuana? Hey, look there, baby, it's just about ready to be harvested too Yeah, well, just stay away from it, Rollo Hey, man, don't worry, it's enough for everybody Rollo, just stay away from it now Now get in the house Now, well, we gotta think of some way to get rid of that stuff Hey, don't worry, baby, I'll do it Wait a minute I know, I-I'll burn it That's exactly what I had in mind Yeah Y'all already know what it is, man TreeJay, the motherfuckin' Grow Op Ladies and gentlemen, I go by the name of Mac Miller And I'ma start rappin' to y'all in a second, but I gotta light this first You know that's important, man It's motherfuckin' 4/20, I’d like to wish y'all a happy holiday I want y'all to put this in, turn it on Have some pre-rolls ready And don't stop smokin' 'til this shit's done, man The man Big Jerm on the beat TreeJay, smoking icon I'ma tell you one time, man, I ain't gon' tell you again All y'all fools who think you smoke I put you up against my mans TreeJay I bet you fifty thousand dollars he'll smoke you under the table That's real, holla at me Alright, so, let's see [Verse: Mac Miller] Uh, uh, yeah Still blowin' trees like a hurricane And I knock a pussy out with my herbal stra— (Yeah) Still blowin' trees like a hurricane And I knock a pussy out with my herbal stra— Uh, uh, yeah Still blowin' trees like a hurricane And I knock a pussy out with my herbal strain, ha Have 'em fast asleep Look at 'em laughin' like, "Pass that weed" Haven't made a weed song in a minute though 'Cause I've been gettin' dough, now it's back to gettin' smoke Have a motherfucker high on her tippy toes Then zip a O, now you smokin' with a pro So what you know about that? You smoke weed, what you know about wax? Haha, cookin' it up At the airport, TSA lookin' at us You used to smoke that dirt, you couldn't adjust When you had to hit that kush You was used to the bush like W. George Come hit this killer and I promise that you gonna end up sittin' in the morgue Most Dope blow the most smoke, that's a fact, bitch Plus-size section with my blunt, that's a fat bitch Why you smokin' on that [?]? Why you even have it? Pillow tight weed on my mattress You now rockin' with TreeJay, Clockwork the DJ Smokin' another after that, replay Most Dope, motherfucker, this The Grow Op My weed stinkin' like Justin with no socks Yeah, I'm a show off, probably has him mad as fuck I'll give him bars, I'm Bugs Bunny, he Daffy Duck What you lookin' at, motherfucker? Pass the blunt "Lucky Ass Bitch" video, where is it? Cut, cut, cut, cut Like a eighthy though, these other crews smoke less than the Navy though Find me smokin' blunts with Fran and Vinny Radio That's The Come Up, smoke until the sun's up Light another blunt (Light it up) Yeah, motherfucker, this The Grow Op