[Verse One]
Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much
Knees buckle the -uck up when I`m splittin my dutch
Back up back up! Ain`t nobody hittin for free
It`s just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me
It cost twenty if you`re down with it
Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted
to ride around blitted
Cause I be feenin for that pookie
I smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies
And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby
Between mo` sheets than the Isleys, I`m high G
I`m holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C
K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely
(Hit the funky if you`re riding around gettin blitz)
Ask me if I love the rap game -- I, I`m loving it
Cause I can do what the OWW/-uck I feel is real
Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I smoke on and on on, ya don`t stop
I`m gettin mad -ucked up and ya don`t stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
who ain`t smokin, get the -uck owwwwt
[Verse Two]
I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open
Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in
Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin
Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in
AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high
We can get high, but act funny and I`ma whip out
And they gon` whip out, and blow notes like Michel`le
Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes THISSAWAY
[Chorus]
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Niggaz against smokin weed in public places
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I`m knockin somebody right the fuck out!