[Lloyd I know, I ain't supposed to smoke in But Mr. Bouncer Man, put your motherfuckin hands on me (Can I get high) - you botherin me you see in here tonight's doin the same thing, so why you keep hatin on me? (Can I get high) - you botherin me
[50] Ay, did you hit this
[Chorus: - repeat 2X] la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be Them trees, you be rollin gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!
[Lloyd I admit I got a problem, I keep comin for these doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your of seeds I chill, sit back on the and relax my knees And roll one up loose enough to make the breathe I blow a heavy load, you can some G's cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to ya I don't mean to ya, but I'm a bad influence A musician can't operate without his My recent success rapidly got your convinced Haters mad they can't look cause I pitched the tints I enter the with baggies of that chocolate The secondhand make a nigga wanna start shit Sometimes I think where the niggaz from the start went Raise up a and fuck up the whole apartment just one of them things that I do with my spare time My bad habits ain't private, so I'ma share
[Lloyd Now they put hands out, cause of the way shit bend So you ain't smokin if you don't chip in Listen, I waited for these rocks to glisten that one-room pad without a pot to piss in Overt betrayal is not forgiven, I do for my locked up that's comin home to lobster livin Helpin the forbidden, bout to buy momma her own mansion so I can see her pop the ribbon That Cali bud special, so I held the blunt so long Snoop had to me, "Pass the weed nephew!" Fuck rap, I'm the one to get pissed off the pump'll make you "Jump" like Kris Kross My dead and it's hard to let go So I'm blowin on that wet doe, same as Gecko We follow codes and everybody in the set know We gas 'em, 'em and pass 'em, what you expect ho?
[Snoop Say 'gain you blow it with the best of them Yes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple palm I dem don't mess wit dem, I hold dem no testament Do you to smoke wit me? Weed rollin, G-strollin, muh'fucker Law breakin, pimp niggaz for the fuck of it Hip-Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin "Thought you was an actor," I was a singer Thought about ridin if you say you hang tough D.P.G. unit sounds like You wanna manage your anger with us and stop smokin on the same stuff Now lay on the law This new weed I got I call it face off Cause it'll blow your off and that's a figure of speech My a beast, on me, from the West to the East, preach!