[Hook] Welcome to my casa,/ smoke my zaza/ Welcome to macasa./ smoke mazaza/ Now!/k- te pa-sa/ muchacha. Take a look at me/ i got a lot of sy sa / pop pop/ that's dat sauce. That's my mu si ca! Da marijuana. [Verse] We smokin/ we woke/ don't choke Nothing /but cloud of smoke, we get high here and I swear, gas mask of tears, i'm equal friendly /so I share. I'm in the kitchen cooking for the munchies, because I care/ we don't smoke cigarettes here /no no! Nothing but chronic cannabis high grade t h c/ for us indeed, when you visit, make sure you read the sign.No smokin without me! [Hook again] [Verse2] We chilling, we relaxing smoking the finest herb in sight, look at my nugs. It's sticky icky. Icky sticky /smelly, its pretty, heyHeyHeyHey passed the bong hey hey / give me the lighter.I like that shit Give me the lighter I would like to light that shit / joints are lit /bongs are pass / turn up the mu-si-ca/ we gonna fiesta all night. Smoking fat blunt /smoking fat blunts / yay The night is young it's not over/ nope!/ let's keep it going/ we on a mission oh yeah oh yeah! Top shelf mission, ounces/ pounds/ kilos/ ounces/ pounds/ kilos. [Hook again] R. Landstrom spark the flame, let the paper kiss the fire, Phantom in the passenger seat, blunt twisted like barbed wire, windows cracked, night black, city lights blur, inhale slow, exhale ghosts that whisper every word, that da marijuana got my mind doing backflips, ash fall soft on the dash like black snow drift, we don’t rush the high, we let it build like a choir, lungs full of thunder, thoughts climbing higher and higher. Phantom pass it left, I rotate it right, cherry glowing red like a demon in the night, smoke curl thick like it’s dancing in the ceiling, heads so light feel the gravity peeling, levitating seats, heartbeat slow tempo, stereo humming bass heavy instrumental, eyes half-mast but the vision too clear, paranoia fade when the homies right here. That da marijuana got us floating out the frame, laugh echo loud like we winning some game, thoughts stretch long like a vinyl on repeat, every drag deep, feel it sink to the feet, then it rise back up through the spine to the brain, like a freight train rolling through a tunnel of flame, Phantom say “bro we high,” I say “nah we gone,” heads drifting off like balloons at dawn. Time move slow like syrup on a plate, conversation cosmic, talking fate and escape, blowing constellations in the dark through the haze, two silhouettes lost in a lavender blaze, no stress in the chest, no weight on the mind, just da marijuana therapy bending space-time, windows fog up, world fade gray, we smoking till our heads fly away — if you know what I mean — just drifting unseen, two souls in the smoke riding evergreen dreams.
