Welcome to grasscity, home of the green clean hits, from a fresh bowl of sour D It's like you can't see, with all this smoke on the scene but it don't bother me, cuz all I see is green My words hypnotize in ways designed, mine skips like rhymes posted in double time from the Chi, hydro grown with lime I ask for a nickel, but my dealer gives me a dime shady on the line, phones fuck up my flow its like the whole world knows I got dough too bad they don't know, bout the dro I hold or how I bring blunts everywhere I go Its like every girl wants a private show maui gold, is the only green I smoke while I sit back, and let the whitenoise echo.