[First Charlie Brown, please, don't come Because your weed is brown and it smells the ground You're my homie (but no more bammer) But with that weed you know me When I inhale this, the creeps up on me
I love weed, when 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 feel Roll it up, on reserve is what I deserve No joke I gots to smoke it calms my nerves And if Charlie was around I guarantee a From his dirt, brown weed head starts to hurt Call me a high on, red eyed smelling like oak with a of pine tree And Smokey, my names Big Inhale And I'm to take it down to the tail, You know I mean? Resi-res build up on my Clam baked inside the Lotus Pod cell Lettin' out, I'm blessed to give So, pass it back and let me get hit Big
[Second Charlie, Your is so sorry (mmm mmm mmmm) You have grown it in a dusty safari I can't smoke that no mo' though I'm broke and I'm po' I smell that in your bag, I and run for the do' Don't you, Charlie And homie, you my boy Just keep that junk on your (Don't it 'round here) And homie, you my boy that I can't never handle I to be high So stay the fuck off my and don't back on my side Charlie, (Charlie Brown) You just ain't fresh Because I to be lifted Your shit grounds me to the Don't make me deck you, (Bitch) Don't come 'round with nobody want to hit that Ya'll bustas need to quit Charlie,