(lighter clicking in the background)

Now this is what im talking about baby(inhaling)



And this is for the weed heads and this is for the

Weedheads

Get a bag of dope in a quarter o

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(chorus)(repeat2x)

(second and fourth time at end in background "wanna get

High get high")

So who want a bag who want a bag

You want a bag you want a bag

You got a bag so send em out the door to the liquer

Store

Get a bag of dope and a quarter roll



(first verse)

Alright homies legalize reefer leaves and nines

Some of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for

My people

And though i know that weed will even out your debt

Love everything green (???)

Gonna get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked up

When you take one hit then i make you hush up nigga shut

The fuck up

No stress though indo and chronic hydro and skunk and i can think of

Some more

Ohh yeah time to smoke said so i know high day come

Around on friday

Toke the bowl breath deep boy yes then we pray

As the reefer help me see more everyday

(???)

We have one hell of a superstar bowl every first friday

Of the month

And your humbily invited were truly humbly united

Enemies and all of ya'll hate on when i get my

Fade on

I'm so high



(chorus)(same as first)



(second verse)

On new year smokin the potent buddha (buddha)

They aint nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb shit

Fat enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya

Reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva

Heave her (nigga)

You better believe us even when we lonly weed wont

Leave us

Not like these fake niggas that decieve us

All day the weed man dizzy we be better make it

Seedless

Life aint easy put it on eazy but we still

Breathin

Takin a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to

Heaven

Chokin with my breezy

That herbal healin

And dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna

Spend your scrilla

And givin the weed to the killas niggas forget why they

Killin (hell ya)

I heard they heard they heard they out here fuckin

Wit pills

Nigga those chemicals will make you ill so get off

The ecstasy

So to the realers mysterious and (???)



(chorus)(same as first)



(verse three)

Thug that talkin till we love that love that

That

Dont legalize cuz they know we can

Gettin high just to get by

Through all the suicides and homicides

And genocides drivebys walkbys gonna multiply

And chalk lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood

And it would rain

And it aint all were it aint all and it aint all and

It aint all good

I started at eleven stealin weed from coppers

And even though you beat us i gotta thank you for the

Reefer

Neva mess with white girls but i roll those white

Boys

Niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight

Joints tight joints

My shit is swollen you shouldnt be rollin

Livin on green leaves that will make your heart

Bleed

Just go and let me split up the weed and be silent

And sober

No jokin when the nieghbers door is open you want to

Come over

We smokin tokin and now we chokin tokin and then we chokin

Chokin chokin

Chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin

I'm so high



(chorus)(repeat til end)