[Chorus]

It's that weed, reefa, marijuana, herb down here we call it that wood

off in tha south YEANHEARD (repeat yeanheard 9 times)



[Big Pimp]

Now it's that weed, reefa, marijuana that got me twisted

Hell we runnin' that wood awfuly somethin' good so we stay blistered

Off that thunder birdy yac

Dirty rolled dem auctimo's by the pack cuz' they bust so slowly

And credited a sack from Pimpy Small cuz' you know he know me

Hold on now that blunt comin' my way so high you hit it for me

Plus you baby sittin', shit you tryin' to hog all the dope

Nigga stop runnin' off at cho mouth for you run out all this smoke

But yet you wonder why you don't get high yo eyes aint red

You off up in hea hittin' that wood like yo bitch ass scared

You aint no chiefa foreal I peeped yo ass through the rear view mirror

You in the back hittin' that dope like you smokin' a black

And if it aint none of that killa cream then that dope aint no fiah

We roll em' fat like snicker bars and blow that smoke in the sky

And that aint no lie cuz' we some Dirty niggas born to die

Hell I can't tell, it seem to me like we was born to get high

And raise hell off that



[Chorus x 2]



[Mr. G]

I don't know that yall bitches smokin' on in the east and the west

But I know down south shit my niggas smoke the best

We chief that wood wood bitch you know that good good

That greenchy green get cha high off in my hood hood

My eyes be low, my throat be warm, and plus it's half way numb

And if I hit that thing too hard that smoke calapse my lungs

Yall don't feel me, that's that shit my niggas blaze in the Gump

And if you aint hittin' no wood like that you must been smokin' bunk

Now what cha rollin' wit