La La La

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

We rollin' trees and smokin' la la la la la

Another weed song from me

Burnin' more trees than Cheech Chong

Red and Meth all roll together in the same L

We smoke blunts all day, you can't tell? Hell

I'm stompin' in with my boots on

Rollin' to the diner with my half off coupon

Fuck, I been burnin' since I was newborn

So high flyin' through space with Jimmy Neutron

That's how I do mon, rock the rhythm

You would think I had a mothafuckin' pot prescription

Like the doctor's flippin', my grass stay fresh cut

Sticky icky wet stuff, put it in the next dutch

But last time I had a checkup, the doc said my brain was not fully developed

Fuck, but it just don't matter, I'mma have to roll the next blunt fatter, ha!

[Hook]

La la la la la

Just break it up and smoke that (la la la la la)

Now twist it up and smoke that (la la la la la)

Now light it up and smoke that (la la la la la)

And then you keep on burnin'

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]

The way this weed hits your chest, should invest in Kevlar

Chillin' on Saturn, cruisin' in the XR

Everyday I got the best bars

And the best weed same color as Reptar

Yes, we stay lightin' up the purple

In my own entourage, smokin' like Turtle

Fuck all the commercials, they all straight lies

Actin' like I'm gonna kill a mothafucker cause I'm high

The most I'm likely to do is open the fridge

Chill on the couch, and never end up leavin' my crib

Shit, but that's just how I do

Stay high, seein' from my birds eye view

I walk into a room and everybody starts sniffin'

"Like, oh my God, I can guarantee that's Christian"

"It's nine in the morning yo, what the fuck's with him?"

And I'm like, "Chill! I've got a weed addiction", like

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]

We lightin' ganja ganja, every day we burn dutchies

And always we stay around more trees than Fern Gully

I earn money, spend on weed, and burn money

Got the dice in my hand, can't take my turn from me

I rip like a beast when I hit the beats

But it's just weed when they say I'm equipped with heat

Please, shit's leavin' you in disbelief

I'm that monster at your door, bitch, trick-or-treat

The way I freestyle, shit, it really baffles me

Cause I'm a pot head, call me Johnny Appleseed

I got a dub and a dutch, let's roll and spark

Til we start to see shit like Joan of Arc

I know I'm smart, I know I'm nice

That's why ya'll can't see me like a poltergeist

Smokin' la la la, give that bowl a light

Grab the bong even tighter than I hold the mic, like

[Hook]