Roll it up then, confrontation

Smoke it up then, heal the nation

Roll it up then, burn the ganja

I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand



Let me take you on a trip, deep where I venture

With the P-Town ballers in the city of Placentia

What we gonna do? Fool I though you knew

We're gonna fishbowl this bitch and roll the avenue

Man I'm barkin, park so we can get this sparked and

We'll score a fat sack and there wont be no more then

We'll make a right turn, the shef'll burn

Break out the two-four and put the bowl on turn

We need to hurry up because my high's straight escapin

We need a sixty roll because this bowl I'm sick of scrapin

We're gettin low on herb, I found a twenty on the curb

I got about a fifty, so Loc what's the word?

Its some herb, we bout to blaze it (that's what I'm sayin),

We'll score a fat sack and smoke till we're hazin

Never perpetrate me because we just got lifted

Saint call some freaks ,why me, cuz you're gifted



Roll it up then, confrontation

Smoke it up then, heal the nation

Roll it up then, burn the ganja

I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand



Saint we got low cuz we smoked all our dough

That shit was straight legit when I hit it I almost choked

Man he broke, and too bad we aint no joke

Two hits and pass that, man I want another roach

The sad oversoked man I want some mo

That shit got me tipsy I almost fell out the door

Let me say times cuz that sucker livin'

Shake in my somthin that fools start trippin

What's a man to do when the avenues of life comes crashin down?

It makes me think twice, with the j out your hand

You aint nothin but a rookie

Tryin to drop science but your mind is playin hooky

Pay attention Loc, I only speak the truth

Sing along with the song sendin out to the youth:

Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night

Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life

Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night

Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life



Roll it up then, confrontation

Smoke it up then, heal the nation

Roll it up then, burn the ganja

I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand



Man I'm gettin stressed, I need to hit the cess

I need to get some herb so I can calm my nerves

Lets get some sinsemilla, its twenty a quarter

Naw lets get some kind bud its willin to float ya

Now check it out I get a twenty from my girl

I get a quarter bag of the ? shwag that makes you hurl

Look what I got I just got my double chamber

We smoke it with a double, its clipped, prepare for danger

And if a stranger wants to get a taste of it

He can take a hit and trip and pay me for my rip

I try to have two sacks in case one gets lonely

There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only

Bud smokers only, bud smokers only

There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only



Man I'm gettin hungry we need to get some food

Man I need some chronic to get me in the mood

Well hold up, my pager is blowin up

Yeah that's X-Daddy, looks like we'll be rollin up



Roll it up then

Smoke it up then

Roll it up then