[Lyric] NBA National Blunt Association (Don Jaffe)

Rolling smoking trees thats that potent popery
Stupid loud pack thats that crack like coca leaves
Riding around through HarveyWorld smoking Kingston Green
Smoke come out the car like a scary movie scene
I feel like a star though I've never been an actor
Left them squares alone I heard weed a cure for cancer
Mary Jane my hoe I just hit her twice and pass her
Run a strain train roll another one right after
I feel like I'm casper smokey dope the friendly ghost
Space ghost, coast to coast VMM Global flow
Extendos called Pinocchio pimpin' I ain't lyin'
Bring them paper planes out roll em' up and fly em'
I live like a pilot, hotter than a pilot
Bud called 'Purple God' it look ultraviolet
Kushy look fluorescent, O.G. is my essence
Look under my Christmas tree, pounds is my presents
O.J. and kush for breakfast, damn that sound refreshin'
House full of loud clouds, yeah I live in Heaven
Perfect Circle 7, anytime we session
Give thanks for this dank this B is a Blessin'
I'm blowing choking on Strawberry Cough
Virgin lungs pop cherries off, choke so hard I can barely talk
I'm so high I can barely walk I elect to elevate
Smoke weed, meditate, reach so high I levitate
I always can I never can't, them two words I never say
Ok well I just did, just for understandings sake
I got honey's to taste, got money to make, got weed to bake
She edible my weed edible, after her I got trees to bake
All Is Well and I'm super healthy, fruity rolls I got leafy greens
Hot boy leave a trail of smoke everytime I leave the scene
Mix 'Irene' with 'KingsBread' call that 'Meet The Queen'
I'm David Burn of this NBA and we Chicago Reefer Team
NATIONAL BLUNT ASSOCIATION