now u thinking easy high times stuff im growing, inspite of alll the things growing throws at us.
I have two separate music projects I'm working on while I get my hands in better shape for playing bass.
My first hip hop attempts.
One is a take off of "Baby Got Back" I call
"
Grower Got Bud"
©2011 DoobieBrother aLL rIGHTS rEVERSED
(...*
coversation somewhat Spicolli-esque*...)
Oh, my, god. Billy, look at his buds.
They are so big. *scoff* They look like,
one of those rap guys' buds.
But, you know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff*
They only smoke it, because,
it looks like total couch-lock, 'kay?
I mean, his buds, they're just so BIG.
I can't believe they're just so dense, they're like,
solid, I mean - gross. Look!
They're just so... DANK!
I like big buds and I can not lie
You other tokers can't deny
That when a friend walks in with big ol' kola
And throws some in your bowl
You get sprung,
wanna pull up tough
'Cause you notice that bag was stuffed
Deep with the weed he's sharin'
I'm hooked and I can't stop starin'.
Oh baby,
I wanna get with ya'
And take your picture.
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that bud you grow
*
makes me so stoney* (*~
bong rip going on in the background~)
Ooh, frosty goodness
You say you wanna get in my bowl?
Well, fade me, fade me
'Cause it ain't your average weed.
Spark-up that green pasta man
Smoke like a holy Rastaman.
It's sweet, it's dank
Got it goin' on like an Abrams tank.
I'm tired of weed magazines
Sayin' small buds buds are the thing.
Take the average toker and ask him that
It's gotta pack much bowl.
So, growers! {
Yeah!}
Growers! {
Yeah!}
Has your garden got bigs buds? {
Hell yeah!}
Well then smoke it! {
Smoke it!}
Smoke it! {
Smoke it!}
Smoke that healthy bud!
Grower got bud!
{
Big ol' bag of smelly krunk}
Grower got bud!
I like joints round, and big
when I'm rolling a spliff I just can't help myself,
I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal:
I wanna get you home
And *
puff*
double-up, *
puff*, *
puff*
{
pass it}
I ain't talkin' bout Hightimes
'Cause them popcorn buds are made for boys
I want 'em real dank and sticky
So blaze that Afgan Icky
DoobieBrother needs bush
Beggin' for some of that Bubba Kush.
So I'm lookin' at weed videos
Smokin' packed bowls
knockin' their grows
You can keep that parsley
My plants dance to Bob Marley
A word to the big bud growers,
I wanna get with ya
I won't snitch or dis ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna
*~
bong rip~*
Till the break of dawn.
Grower got it goin' on.
A lot of trolls won't like this song
'Cause them punks can only hit it and choke
I blow Thunder Clouds when I release my toke
'Casue I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get my smoke on!
So, growers!
{
Yeah!}
Growers!
{
Yeah!}
Does your garden grow big buds?
{
Hell yeah!}
Then load that bowl and fire it up!
Even Straight Edgers got to shout
Grower got bud!
Grower got bud!
{
Yeah, buddy...
when it comes to chronic, Hightimes ain't got NOTHIN' to do with my selection.
A little bitty 10-gram bud?
Ha ha, only if it's frosty perfection.}
So your dealer weighs it light, no need to fuss or fight
Just grow your own and roll a big fat bone
My lungs don't want none
Unless you've got fat buds, son.
You can grow in dirt, or hydro,
But please don't stunt those buds
Some growers wanna play that 'tard role
And tell you that big buds ain't gold
They stress them, and seed them
My harvests all exceed them
So Hightimes says you're krunk
Well we all know it's bunk!
'Cause your stems is thick and your aroma ain't kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the duff in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
{
unless your name is Hillary}
Give me a sticky green sister, I can't resist her
Mychorrizae and nutes didn't miss her!
Some noobie-grower tried to dis
'Cause his puny nugs are on my list
He had bud rot so he chose to crop 'em
And he pulled up short to chop 'em.
So if the buds are tight and round,
And you wanna THC throw down,
Dial 1-900-DoobieBrother
And kick that nasty brick to your motha.
Grower got bud!
{
killa green buds big as donkey dicks} [repeat 4x]
*ends with:
{
"rollitup rocks, yo…
...Club 600 rules…
...Peace out, bitch ass mother fuckers..."}
*edit:
it's a work in progress as there are a few unresolved rhymes to take care of, but that's pretty much it. Will be doing the music with Ableton Live and my bass kit.
If anyone can see a way to make it better or flow, or different strains that would work better, let me know!
I know it seems disjointed in written form, but it roughly paralels Sir Mix-A-Lot's cadence with a bit of stretching here & there.