player give me some group and i might just chill but i'm the type that like to light another joint like cypress hill

I still do be spit loogies when I puff on it I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it Go get the S-S-T-I-D

Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette.

So pass it across the table like ping pong, I'm gone.

Beating my chest like King Kong.

It's on.

Wrap my lips around the fogey.

And when it comes to getting another stogie.

Fools all kickin' like Shinobi.

Nomi ain't my homie to begin with.

It's too many hits to beat.

Probably let my friend hit the bit.

Unless you pull out the fat crispy bill on the real before it's history

Because schools be having a vacuum, loves.

And if you let them in, it will free you.

I come to school with a tailor on my earlobe.

Before you know it, big T's escape.

Jesus and weirdos.

Got me throwing off the land like where the bomb at.

Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pack my bomb back.

Suck up the dank like a Slurpee.

The serious bomb will make a nigga go delirious like Andy Murphy.

I got more growing pains than Maggie.

This homie snagged me to take the thing out of the bag.

I got five on it.

Nothing with that and no weed.

I got five on it.

I'll be stuck and I'll go back I got five more than

I know let's go hop on the side.

I take sacks to the face whenever I can.

Don't need no crutch.

keyed up till the joint be burning my head next time i roll it in a half uh to burn slow so the ashes won't be burning up my hand bruh

But they know they got a pitch in bed.

I roll a joint that's longer than your extension.

Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free.

Hell no, you better bring your oats with the cheap.

What's up, don't babysit that.

Better pass the joint.

Stop hitting because you know you got asthma.

Cracking up on the open, homie, and guzzle it, cause I know the weed in my system is getting lonely.

I gotta take a whiz test to my P.O.

I know I feel, cause I done smoked major weed, bro.

Every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fad.

But the Tango Ray straight had me.

I got five on it.

I said with Danny and Louise, I got five on it.

It's gonna be snow again, I'm so mad I got by holding

Well now let's go clap all the time