Handle it, handle it

You know, motherfuckers need to have some weed etiquete

True, true

You see, motherfuckers try to come up and bogard your weed

At the club, and they don't wanna share theirs

Can I get a hit of your weed [repeats in background 6X]



[B-Real]

You know I hate it when I roll a joint and give it to somebody

Who ain't got weed but they wanna be up in the party

Laughin and gigglin, sippin on a Heinie

Son you need a Tic Tac your breath is gonna blind me

Talkin about you wanna hit, spittin in my eardrum

Oh you new in the cypher, step to the rear son

Still they manage to hit it, and put they grip on it

That's when they wet the tip and put they lips on it

Then when you get it, forget it, it's been wetted

Who gonna hit it now, not me, you got me

Thinkin about these fuckin jokers, double tokers

Smokers who hit it like they suckin a dick, fuckers

Flippin it, lovin it, smokin it to the head

Givin it to me half way down, "thanks again"

Then when you see 'em later smokin they own stash

When you ask 'em for a hit, they say, "sorry this is my last"

I shared some with you, "Sorry that's not my problem

Talk to the hand but I got plenty if you wanna buy some"

These people piss me off, this is true indeed

But nothin's worse when someone's askin for some weed

What do I look like a tree where the bud grows

Here pick my left nut and smoke it in the bol

Or better grow your own leave mine alone

Here I'll give you a clone now raise up outta my zone

I know I got the best weed, but don't make me

Make your burnt chest bleed what you need

Is weed etiquette, please don't be offended

Cuz the weed costs money I'm the one who has to spend it



And that's just the way it is man

Y'all motherfuckers need to learn

You just can't come, askin for some shit and not givin none in return

What the fuck is that man? We goin into 2000 motherfucker

You need to learn how to smoke some weed with people

Pass it to the left motherfuckers

Can I get a hit of your weed [repeats to the end