Greenery - Quasimoto, Madlib

Can I buy them tree’s, you got the tree’s homie?

You got any of that killah?

Ay let me get that purple too, that purple

Man Willy don’t stop tripping', I ain’t got no change

(Come on prayer, please)

Smoking on these trees at a hundred degrees

Never touch the breeze, just the sticky green leaves

(Put it in the dutch, it gets stuck on yo touch)

Pack it in the bong, last long, have you on crutch

Light it up, roll it

(Pass it around)

The scientists have found, check the rail compound

(Well if you look over here)

Yeah, I would like that glass bong

That big blue glass one, that $ 200 one, right there

(I can’t see it, you have the money for it?)

Right there to the left!

(Okay, cash only)

Hey man, try some of this

It’s absolute dynamite

(Oh yeah)

(Grass, want it?)

That’s one small toke for man, and a giant toke for man-kind!

(Madlib)

(My man with the rasta got the best green pasta

Tree trunk buds (but that good shit’ll cost ya!))

Anyway, gimme an ounce of that shit

I’ll half that shit with Madlib

We could bounce to that shit (Oh, let’s make some cookies)

Make a batch of cookies

Make ya feel like a rookie

Make you eat a lot, maybe go get some nookie

(High powered shit so we can do our Astro Travellin)

Around the world, on a smoke tour, dabbling

Amongst the best weed, Amsterdam and Humboldt seeds

Weeds weeds weeds, is what we all needs needs

(Light it up)

Roll it

(Pass it around)

The scientists have found, check the rail compound

The first sensations may be found instantly after having smoked some grass or

an hour after having eaten it

Usually you creep slowly in a stoned condition, inch by inch, sliding upward

If you’ve eaten it, the effects may come upon you suddenly and strike you full

force in the mid-dle of a, word

Everyone finds that they’re more creative stoned, than straight

All of us are latent Michelangelo’s or Caruso’s or Da Vinci’s, and think we can

paint or sing or write, if only we tried hard enough