Chris Webby - La La La Lyrics
It's another one of them smoking songs, ya know what I'm saying?Where my pot heads at?Right here aha, yeah, yeah, CT, check itWe rollin trees and smokin la la la la laAnother weed song from meBurning more trees than Cheech ChongRed and Meth or roll together in the same LWe smoke blunts all day you can't tell? HellI'm stompin in with my boots onRollin to the diner with my half off coupon*****, I been burnin since I was newbornSo high flying through space with Jimmy NeutronThat's how I do mon, rock the rhythmYou would think I had a mother *****ing pot prescriptionLike the doctor's flippinMy grass stay fresh cut, sticky icky wet stuff, put it in the next dutchBut last time I had a checkup, the doc said my brain was not fully developed*****, but it just don't matter, I'm a half to roll the next blunt fatter hah[Chorus:]La la la la laJust break it up and smoke that la la la la laNow twist it up and smoke that la la la la laNow light it up and smoke that la la la la laAnd then you keep on burninThe way this weed hit your chest should invest in KevlarChillin on Saturn, cruisin in the XREveryday I got the best barsAnd the best weed same color as ReptarYes, we stay lightin up the purpleIn my own entourage smoking like Turtle***** all the commercials, they all straight liesActin like I'm gonna kill a mother *****er cause I'm highThe most I'm likely to do is open the fridge, chill on the couch, and never end up leaving my crib, shitBut that's just how I doStay high, seeing from my birds eye viewI 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 *****'s with him? "And I'm like, "Chill! I've got a weed addiction like."[Chorus]We lightin ganja ganja, every day we burn dutchiesAnd then we stay around more trees than Fern GullyI earn money, spend on weed, and burn moneyGot the dice in my hand, can't take my turn from meI rip like a beast when I hit the beatsBut it's just weed when they say I'm equipped with heat, pleaseShit's leaving you in disbeliefI'm that monster at your door, *****, trick-or-treatThe way I freestyle, shit, it really baffles meCause I'm a pot head, call me Johnny AppleseedI got a dub and a dutch, let's roll and sparkTil we start to see shit like Joan of ArcI know I'm smart, I know I'm niceThat's why you can't see me like a poltergeistSmokin la la la, give that bowl a lightGrab the bong even tighter than I hold the mic, like[Chorus]
