Smoking hydro, feeling fine, slow on wine, wine, yeah, ghetto wine Hydro, yeah, should of been ya, living proof soliders, wino So come and light the spliff and it better be that hydro
(Monoxide Child) Now all these people wanna smoke some weed Twiztid And see if we really smoke that's all listed bubblegum to super skunk, 1 to 5 I even smoked a bit of some shit they called the beehive I been to Europe and made cry Cause me and Madrox smoked them hoes dry I'm like Cheech, he don't even hit the bong And I've did 30 days from drinking cleanall with Tommy I shot a movie with the guy Halfbaked He smoke, but he was funny So I guess only half fake So rake those seeds out your I'm not smoking that that you're about to roll up To me, don't look potent And I ain't choking of them and seeds And why everybody say they smoke more weed than me? not a race it ain't no contest Winner roll the up Think about and keep the treat up
(Chorus) the chronic to the green ass weed with no seeds To the boogie make a motherfuckers lungs bleed Smoke down in the car cant breathe everybody wanna with me To the dawgs the pre-rolled blunts in the air bumping this like we don't care piss violated again I'm in the system and I just cant win
(Layzie Bone) Twiztid's get ya spliff that is the mission What we hitting is that chronic Quickly to your gone Have you coughing, laughing long Better go and get you some Roll it in a blunt, or we could rip it a bong the potent that can keep me up And help me keep my in focus I'm in this hocus like there's magic in every puff It's to the man to handle it if you can If you put in on the weed, you ain't smoking, understand? I gives a damn a sober soul rudey lovers love to play Store the weed you got on stage and sure its the purple haze No need in back, gonna spend the extra money Split the up the middle, go on and lace it with that honey So we can slow So we smoke Cause you know we love to blow on that hydro
(Chorus) From the chronic to the green ass weed with no To the boogie that'll a motherfuckers lungs bleed Smoke down in the car cant breathe everybody wanna smoke me To the dawgs with the pre-rolled blunts in the air bumping this we don't care Dirty piss again I'm in the system and I just cant win
(Jamie Madrox) One puff and it blows ya head off, second puff set off The third, shit on your chest ya wanna let off the joint, pass the point of being tore down I'm so high that my starting to slow down Fingernails are roach for gormet smoking up glass pieces slash my whole face open I'm zoning and I don't feel a I probably recall a single things that's happening My is sold by the dope man Quarters and halves, and big boys and Q.P's come with fat price tags How much are ya spending? Whatever it to get Rid of these headaches and shakes make no I come with green for the green, an exchange No money for a bag of brown boogie I get so high that you have to rip me out of the sky For the feeling the real green provides
(Chorus) From the chronic to the green ass with no seeds To the boogie that'll make a lungs bleed Smoke down in the car cant everybody wanna smoke with me To the dawgs with the pre-rolled blunts in the air bumping like we don't care Dirty violated again I'm in the system and I just cant win