[Hook]
(I wanna get high, so high) [x5]
(Lets' smoke a blunt) [x16]
[Black C]
f** the buddah
Pa** me the mutha f**in' chronic and the vega
And I'm only smokin' wit the fada
It's too many heads up in the house
So when I light this blunt
Best believe y'all gettin' yo a** out
We like that sticky icky green sh**
And I mean this
Separate the mutha f**in' buds from the seed pits
And don't quit
Until it have that a** chockin
No jokin
I can't keep my eyes open
And can't remember what was said to me
I lost track of the conversation
Once the blunts was gettin' fed to me
We gettin' blasted in the dope house
I'm choked out
I had to open a window to let the smoke out
We need some Vodka
To grab us some f**in' Rossi
And bring it back to the spot for the whole Posse
And them become a new and get f**ed up
Chest bust up
From all the smoke that just rushed up
[Mr. Cee]
Well it's like 2 and to the 3
I need some indo weed
I'm not no door but I'm keyed
So take a H-I-T and pa** the joint
Cuz ain't no kids in this house that need baby sittin
And don't be wantin' a stoge
You make a n***a feel like quitin
But I smoke fat batchs all day
I'm even smokin' the roaches
Till they turn into ants man
And you might say I got too much on it
But dank is like a criminal "America's Most Wanted"
So my n***a, if you want a hitta
You gots to go to the store and fade it wit the liquor
These trickas be gettin' these n***as good
Smokin' up they weed
And then they go and f** anotha n***a in the hood
Yeah you know it
You act like you grow it
So since you givin' weed away
You might as well let me owe ya
Or do I treat you like a punk?
Buy a cigar and take yo sh** and tell my n***as uhhh
[Hook: till end]