CHORUS: Hey this is no lie Me and my niggas gettin high Yo if you look up in the sky You might see us floating by Repeat chorus
You see Biggie be like what's beef? Me I'm like what's weed? Weed is actually a medicine For me, you know Every four hours like a prescription I smoke And I'm thanking my refer chief For making me choke I'm like one of those half-baked thugs I'm in love then after that roll cool "J's" I mean bud 'Cause I still piss stems and still sh*t seeds, I spit residue smoke on my way to buy weed Wrap Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and Chong My best friends a bong And my homies a smokaholic I know one day, I'm gone stop, But that'll be the day When my seeds don't pop You see weed helps me Get my thoughts together quick But on the other hand, As soon as I'm sober I forget Sh*t, I'm still stuck at point "A" ya dig, And my momma think that I should quit
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Ya I get high You might see me stroll by In the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye I'm sick now, I think I'm catching glaucoma See me on the corner, looking for weed donors
You know how we do it kid We get that good herb and swerve Till the gas run out, the way we smokes absurd That's my word, wrap sumden (wrap sumden), Make a nigga clap something, Get all mad and slap something
Yo grab the towels Cover the smoke alarms and doors See I smoke alone, I need grass like lawn mowers Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time, And I burn mine, Don't you ever ever touch mine
Fire it up dog, but watch out for 5-0 Eyes blowed f*** plenty henny and hydro F*** a b**** and some clothes, I gotta get rich Gold platinum and do some shows and get blowed
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All I know, is money Making h*es and smoking endo If I wasn't high I'd probably know a little more, But since I don't some Might consider me slow Don't worry though I keep the pants sag Bubble eye hands rag Eyes glassed smoking Fill from the hash Choking after that But don't the blunt pass "What we doin' today" Same sh*t we did last week Wake up in the morning And yawn and roll up Bag up and make some runs and roll up 5-0 behind me my niggas so hold up Ok made a left so continue to roll up Don't get me wrong police, Yyo I stop for them, But guaranteed when they leave I'll be smoking again Catch my second wind And start in on my next bag The type of nigga smoke On the way to his rehab
