hey this is no lie
me and my n-gg-s gettin high
yo if you look up in the sky
you might see us floating by
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 4 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 p-ss 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.
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 donars.
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),
make a n-gg- clap somthing, get all mad and slap somthing.
yo grab the towels cover the smoke alarms and doors.
see i somke alone, i need gr-ss 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-ck plenty henny and hydro.
f-ck a b-tch and some clothes, i gotta get rich
gold platinum and do some shows and get blowed.
all i know, is money making hoes 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 gl-ssed smoking fill from the hash.
choking after that but don’t the blunt p-ss.
“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 n-gg-s so hold up.
ok made a left so continue to roll up.
don’t get me wrong police, yo i stop for them,
but when they leave guaranteed i’ll be smoking again.
catch my second wind and start in on my next bag.
the type of n-gg- smoke on the way to his rehab.