CHORUS. Hey yo this is no lie-i-i. me and my niggaz gettin' high-i-i. yo if you look up in the sky-i-i. you might see us floatin' by-i-i. You see biggie be like whats beef?. me i'm like whats weed. weed is actually a medicine 4 me. you know every 4 hours like a prescription i smoke. and i'm thankin' my reefer chiefer for making me choke. i'm like one of those half baked thugz. i'm in love. then after that roll cool J's i need bud. cuz i still piss stems. and still shit seeds. i spit residue smoke on my way to buy weed. Wrap Sumden' always. i smoke more than cheech and chong. my best friends a bong and my homie's is smoka's only. i know one day i'm gon' stop. but that'll be the day that my seeds don't pop. you see weed helps me get my thoughts together quick. but on the other hand soon as i'm sober. i forget. shit i'm still stuck at point A ya dig?. and my momma think that i should quit. CHORUS 2X. Yeah i get high. you might see me stroll by. in the bob marley tie-dye. with the red eye. i'm sick now. i think i'm catching glacoma. standin' on the corner looking for weed donars. you know how we do it kid. we get that good herb and swerve. till the gas run out. the way we smokes absured. That's my word Wrap somethin'. make a nigga clap somethin'. get all mad and slap somethin'. Yo grab the towel cover the smoke alarms and doors. see i smoke alone i need grass like lawn mowers. see it's dutch time roll up it's clutch time. when i burn mine. dont you ever ever touch mine. Fire'it up dawg. but watch out for 5-0. eyes low. from pinny hynny and hydro. fuck a bitch and some clothes. i gotta get rich go platinum. do some shows. and get blowed. CHORUS 2X. All i know. is money makin' hoes and smokin' endo. if i wasn't high i'd probly know a lil' more. but since i dont some might consider me slow. dont worry though. i keep the pants sag. double ? hands ?. Eye's flash. smoke filled from the hash. chokin' after that but don't lt the blunt past me. what we doin' today? same shit we did last week. wake up in the morning and yawn and roll up. bag up and make some runs and roll up. 5-0 behind me my nigga so hold up. ok made a left you continue to roll up. dont get me wrong police. yo i stop for them. but guaranteed when they leave. i'll be smokin' again. catch my second win and start in on my next bag. the type of nigga smoke on the way to his rehab. CHORUS till fade.