I started passin dutchie at the tender age of 12, my momma always told me i would surely go to hell
but I curious about this mysterious herb , I used to toke it in the basement tryin not to get heard
Cuz my WORD, my mom would kill me, I got no doubt
She said I brought you in this world so I can damn well take you out, im not about to watch you throw your life away over some stupid drugs, I love you your my son now come and give your mom a hug

Hey mom, your just trippin actin like its cocaine, its just a plant not a chemical I shoot in veins
and if it wasnt for the sweet strain, my life wouldnt be the same
Your thinkin ya I know its a shame, but dont blame, the marijuana for my bad behavior
Infact at my worst the sticky ganga was my savior, and seven years later, to this day, I still mix tobacco and weed just in the right way

nd you know I love my bong hits, but fix me with a pipe packed to the rim and you'll be sure to see some long hits
I love my hydroponic, but roll some outdoor shit up in a spliff and i'll jump quick to hit up on it
I only smoke the bomb crit, So don't step with that pewp shwag bottom bag suckah run along shit

Sing along kids, We know you you smoke the piff, the average begginer these days is grade 6.

So light up dem thai sticks, and get blitz, watch some stoner flix, and robot chicken clips, munch out on chips dip,
Go bust some skateboards tricks, a kickflip, I fell off and nearly my hip

So scratch that, you better never skateboard stoned, your better off on your couch smokin bongs at home,
Escape inside of ya dome, maybe write dope poem,play some nick nack paddy whack smoke the dog boooonnngggg,

Hookah hits, a hit and miss, It doesnt always do the trick but stick another hose in it and pack a crowner full of crit
your sure to get lit, and ya hommies fuckin greening, the definition of teamwork the fuckin meaning