Backwoods & Duchies

[Hook: Ock Cousteau]
Backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
I smoke backwoods and duchies
I smoke backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
I smoke backwoods and duchies
Backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
Ba-backwoods and duchies
I smoke backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
I smoke backwoods and duchies

[Verse 1: Cam Groves]
Hey yo, I'm great with them raps, and I been stating the facts
Since back when backwoods came eight in a pack
So spotless with them topics and making you laugh
And you said you wan't some motherfucking bass in yo track? Well get it
I'm as hardcore as eating off the bar floor
Roll the weed up like the windows in your car door
It's mister Grovesy has come to split a stogie
I'm in the bushes like a triple bogie at a par four
I keep the weed stash right behind my tail lights
With the roll of nickels just to calibrate my scale right
I don't wanna fail life or go to jail twice
Groves already knows what breaking bail's like
I'm not an outcast nor am I a criminal
I'm just an individual whose discipline is minimal
I pound a couple bud drys to get my buzz high
And then I buy a big bag of weed because I

[Hook: Ock Cousteau]
Smoke Backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
I smoke backwoods and duchies
I smoke backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
I smoke backwoods and duchies
Backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
Ba-backwoods and duchies
I smoke backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
I smoke backwoods and duchies

[Verse 2: Ock Cousteau]
Some people hating on blunts, they say their flavor's too strong
And they prefer to smoke they cheeba out they pipes and they bongs
But for me, the woods and duchies make the high last long
As long as it'll take to write a three verse song
Dumping out guts while I'm breaking up weed
A couple grams should probably do it just to put the mind at ease
I mean forget my mind at ease, I wanna party with some Chinese
Women while I'm swimming, only rolling up the finest trees
Y'all are minor league rollers while Cam is a pro
So step aside if you're a rookie these woods'll damage your throat
I dropped a duchie in the water and it managed to float
The same day while shooting videos with cameras on boats
Hand on the soap when I gotta wash the stick off the fingers
Outside I'm in the woods, rolling woods in the winter
No splinter, but still I'm a fucking weed sensei
I smoke it to the face until I'm numb up in the mente

[Hook: Ock Cousteau]
I smoke Backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
I smoke backwoods and duchies
I smoke backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
I smoke backwoods and duchies
Backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
Ba-backwoods and duchies
I smoke backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
I smoke backwoods and duchies

[Verse 3: Ock Cousteau]
Yo, it's me and Cam, cram the cannabis in blunts big as bananas is
You stunting with your grammar afghan we spent a [?] on this
Too lazy to plan for shit besides a hand of chips
Back to back blunts wrapped, laughing at televangelists
Hide up on the couch, leave piece in my mouth
Then I breathe deep and I release steam in a mean drought
Removing the leaf vein, roll the purps and ignite it
From Humble county to Maine, your parcel service united
I'm psychic when I light this blunt, and I discover
As soon as the L goes I know that I'll roll another
Don't need to go for cover, I'm rolling it in the openness
No problem telling the cheeba hogs to go 'cause they ain't smoking this
I'm on that potent shit when I'm chiefing the trees good
[?] with a split for my teeth like Eastwood
The duches, the [?], the backwoods a favorite
Rolling like raver chicks I stole this pack don't need to pay for shit

[Hook: Ock Cousteau]
Smoke Backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
I smoke backwoods and duchies
I smoke backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
I smoke backwoods and duchies
Backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
Ba-backwoods and duchies
I smoke backwoods and duchies, can't touch me
I smoke backwoods and duchies