[Verse 1 - Break it down, straight the tip to the 'rillo Ain't no Every month, I'ma a pillow (M-J!) G, I it real potent that'll keep a buffalo chokin Come and go me, creep off in my Chevy thang Doin 45, twistin steady mayn to my low-key, safe-and-sound house Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and a pound out I used to have a secret up in my Range Rover I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker No my nigga, if you broke But they still ain't to good smoke B.Y.O.B, ya own bud Contribute to the pot, or do ya own But then I looked around and noticed all the folks was I shoulda known that they leave when all the smoke was gone
- singing] Man, my is smoked up Man, my is smoked up Man, my weed is up Man, my is smoked up ain't nobody left around Nobody left Nobody left Nobody left Nobody around And I'm runnin bud I'm runnin bud I'm outta bud I'm runnin bud I'm outta bud I go to the corner sto' Go to the corner Go to the sto' Go to the sto'
2 - Eightball] Keep a fat bag, boys know I got choker Part-time rap nigga, full-time weed Wake up, before I the crust up out my eyes I'm splittin a cigarillo, fiendin for my high Break sticky down, roll it up, let it dry my lighter, put it to the tip, then I Inhale, and let the smoke smoke fill up in my it for a second, blow it out and get numb A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for that No mid-grade, or no regular, just chronic At least four-hundred, for a zip, if touch it See I'ma smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no Now mama with me, wanna hit, better it slow Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this up off the flo' Burn it all til' the whole bag Now err'body gone, ain't nobody but me
[Verse 3 - Killer Yeah I smoke, and I Yeah I pop, and I see me on M.L. King Burnin rubber, green see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, ballin g Might see me, on T.V., live on with Ball and G Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a of purp' This is my personal nigga This is not for work Years ago, I was smoke it, couldn't ride Now I smoke that weed Now I them foreign rides in that G-4 Goin to do them foreign Givin 'em my foreign Fuckin with them hoes Catch ya man at Burnin of that kush Purple Haze and Now I'm vinegar Scared as hell my P.O. gon' pull me and make me in cups But the man, I'm the man now I'm in Amsterdam Spendin cash, hash High like a I might get locked up But bitch, I'm gettin high
I get high I'm get high I wanna get I'm get high I wanna get I'm gonna get