[First Charlie Brown, please, come around Because your weed is doodoo and it smells like the You're still my (but no more bammer) But with that weed you know me When I inhale this, the creeps up on me
I love weed, especially it gets me gaspin' Coughin' up a from that passion Graspin' onto life with every hit I take When I'm high, is the only time I awake it up, bags on reserve is what I deserve No joke I gots to smoke cause it calms my And if Charlie was around I guarantee a From his dirt, brown weed means head to hurt Call me a high on, red zombie smelling like oak with a twist of pine And Smokey, my names Big Inhale And I'm to take it down to the tail, You know what I Resi-res up on my fingernail Clam baked the soundproof Lotus Pod cell out, when I'm blessed to give So, pass it and let me get another hit Big
[Second Charlie, weed is so sorry (mmm mmm mmmm) You have grown it in a dusty safari I just can't that no mo' though I'm broke and I'm po' I smell shit in your bag, I and run for the do' Don't you, Charlie And homie, you my boy Just keep that on your spot (Don't bring it here) And homie, you my boy Cause I can't never handle I need to be So the fuck off my block and come back on my side Charlie, (Charlie Brown) You just fresh anymore Because I like to be Your grounds me to the floor make me deck you, Charlie (Bitch) Don't come 'round that nobody want to hit that Ya'll bustas need to that Charlie,