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featuring Mista Grimm
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I got an idea...
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I had a plan to grow indo'
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Therefore the outdo' was to be recreated duplicated in a grow room
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Wanted to produce the kinda plant that you could display up in a showroom
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So beautiful but yet stinky
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Stick to your thumb index middle ring pinky
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And the brain
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First thing was to provide setting for proper cultivation
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Discrete location
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Ten by ten foot spot
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Lit up by a thousand watt
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Lamp, plus two air-vents for the air to circulate
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And ehm - I calculate
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30 gallons of water a week, I'm really into this
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Now all I need is some good fertilizer and some photosynthesis
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To proceed, after I choose the right seeds to fall in motion
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With a little love and devotion
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I can make the front cover of _High Times_
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I hope I never get busted and have to pay some fines
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For havin a 'secret garden' like Barry White
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I must not tell anyone and keep my lips sealed tight
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I got the grow room
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If you ain't never had the homegrown that made you choke
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Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope
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And if you're high already and can't take another toke
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Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope
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During the first stage of growth the seeds germinate slow
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Start a root system, sprout up some leaves, and grow
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Towards the light
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Make sure the temperature's right
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I was told by this one guy
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Watch your plants closely, beware of bugs and fungi
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They'll hurt your garden, they'll only interfere
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With the vegetative growth that lasts about two months to a year
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When full grown flowers bloom big buds and leaves
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Watch out for thieves
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People like to stash shit up their sleeves
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It's not been three months
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I'm tempted to break off a piece and roll some blunts
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I wonder what it is, is this some Skunk?
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I see some purple stems and orange hairs
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Could it be the Humble mixed with Maui? It's a hybrid
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Wow! Look what I did
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I got the green thumb
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Observe the superb herb
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Bushy branches, loud smell
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Like green pastel
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I got it on deck for all seasons
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And if anyone asks, it's for medical reasons
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I got the grow room
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If you ain't never had the homegrown that made you choke
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Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope
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And if you're high already and can't take another toke
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Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope
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It's been over four months, time to get high
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Uproot the plants and let them hang dry
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In a cool room with dry air, for 2 to 3 weeks
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And I'ma be waitin right here with my loose leaf sheets
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The lovely harvest, it came in different amounts
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Four trees, each one just a few grams short of an ounce
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I can't wait to smoke it, I know it's the bomb
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Been waiting so long, make me wanna write a song
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I guess I'll sell 2 ounces and puff on the rest
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Find a recipe to sprinkle herb on my filet of chicken breast
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Or some tea shot full of THC
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Hit the bomb, cut open the swisher sweet
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Then come off on weed
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Plant stuck to my fingertips as I try to break it down
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And when lit, the fruity herby taste is profound
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It have me buzzin for a light year, and you best believe I'll have some seeds
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And be at it again, yes indeed
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I got the grow room
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If you ain't never had the homegrown that made you choke
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Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope
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And if you're high already and can't take another toke
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Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope
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(Took a long pull - hype) ( --> Sadat X )
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Grow Room
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