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Big Vinny - Smokin Trees (Official Music Video)

Smokin Trees by Big Vinny Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Cozy Recordings Studio in Berlin, Maryland Smokin Trees Foolhardy Matt Hardy’s sparking darn cart weed Hardly impressing the hoes, I flow so artfully. Karma on my side, redirecting my energy To success. Who tap the butt (bud) best? It’s Big Vinny, he up next! Yeah… and that’s how it feel to smoke trees. Baby, won’t you strut up in my direction? I want to be feeling up on your midsection That reckless, that thrust. Turn the lights out if it’s trust. This is way more than just a nut. The dividing line between love and lust. I can feel it, yeah… and that’s how it feel to smoke trees. My brain don’t stay in one place like a nomad. It hop, skip and jump to the motherfucking notepad. I don’t e’en know why these hoes want Vinny so bad. Oh wait, yes I do, it’s cuz I smoke that lily pad. Lalala, yeah, and that’s how it feel to smoke trees. And it don’t even matter what apparatus I be using to burn up my cabbage Be it paper or a bowl made of glasses, Long as I can inhale that pure magic I ain’t even tripping on the particular Just pass me the la. I prefer to spark zaza ‘Fore I mangia on the pasta. Ya! Chorus: I light up the trees inside my glass. Somehow I land flat on my ass. I spark up the trees inside my glass. Somehow I land flat on my ass. They ain’t never gonna sell me No oregano and grass clippings. I skeet-skeet on the bad bitches And breathe weed with the mad villains. RIP to Amerika’s Most Blunted You know we bump “Doomsday” at all of the functions! Goddamn! Yeah… that’s how it feel to smoke trees. Baby I know where the stash is. You just can’t leave me flaccid. I’ll be gone til November. Gots my other bitch gaggin’. Pants and nuts sagging. Easterly Dragon. You know that I’m dragging My Nuts Across Ya Face! Bust up in the place! Preaching like I’m Ma$e! Bust up in your face! How my nut taste?! Prince and the Revolution. That’s me and my groupies. Pull up with the two liter, and some wock and doobies! Hah, yeah, that’s how we smoke trees. Pull up with the stank weed. And they just crank V! Chorus: I light up the trees inside my glass. Somehow I land flat on my ass. I spark up the trees inside my glass. Somehow I land flat on my ass. Touch a five leaf clover, Love might get you over. Touch a five leaf clover, Try and you might find Your wayyyyyyy. OG Kush got me sanging and shit. Sativa dull my brain functioning. But I’ll still make a mean spaghetti dinner Hopefully I don’t mix up the hazel and basil. Capable pen game, or I freestyle. Open the window so I can breathe out All this smoke emanating from the flora I don’t choke. I just uplift my aura. Ain’t no joke like Rakim said. I only say shit that ain’t been said. Fam think I’m high too often, I’m only letting my creative blossom. I stay rapping cuz I’m good at it And no capping, though I look good in them. Caps that is, dab on the wax. Tap on the drums, I’m smacking the facts. Up in ya face, you gotta pay attention. Always high in my recording sessions! Yeah, baby, and that’s how it feel to smoke trees! Chorus: I light up the trees inside my glass. Somehow I land flat on my ass. I spark up the trees inside my glass. Somehow I land flat on my ass.