creep on it, on it, on it, on it
woo, see I′m ridin higher and higher, woo-oo
kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five
player, give me some brew an I might just chill,
but I'm the type that likes to light another joint like Cypress Hill
go get the s the t-i-d-e-s
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it cross the table like ping pong,
beatin′ my chest like King Kong,
wrap my lips around a 40,
and when it comes to get another stogie,
fools all kick in like Shinobi
Konw Me ain't my homie to begin with,
it′s too many heads to be poppin' that let my friend hit bit
unless you pull out the fat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its history
causs fools be havin′ them vaccum lungs,
and if you let 'em hit it for free,
you hella "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
avoidin′ all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
that be blowin off the land like 'where tha bomb at?'
suck up the dank like a slurpy
the serious bomb will make a niggie go delirious like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin′ pains than Maggie
to take the dank out of the baggie
I take sacks to the face, whenever I can,
don't need no cruch I′m so keyed up, 'till the joint be burnin′ my hand
next time I roll it in a hampa
to burn slo, so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bruh
hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in,
then I roll a joint that′s longer than your extension
cause I′ll be damned if you get high off me for free
hell naw, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif
wassup, dont babysit that
stop hittin' cause you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it,
cause I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I failed cause I done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me
hey, make this right mate
my yester night thang got me hung off the night train
hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashies
I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
still rollin′ a two door Cutlass same ole' bucket
I′m in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down
homies don't play around,
speed up through the E-S-O,
drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeza
and everybody′s blowed ahh, I′m da roller
that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sitcky dosia
hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
kick in fee, cause where I be′s we need half like Unfoofoo