Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
But I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it
Go get the S T I D E S
Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh
Rolling joints like a cigarette
So pass it 'cross the table like ping pong
I'm gone, beating my chest like king kong
It's on, wrap my lips around a 40
And when it comes to get another stogie
Fools all kick in like Shinobi
No me ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to be popping at my friend hit it
Unless you pull out the phat crispy
Five dollar bill on the real before it's history
Cause fools be having them vaccum lungs
And if you let 'em hit it for free
You hellar dum-dum-dum-dum
I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe
Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
That be blowing off the land like where tha bomb at
Give me two bucks you take a puff and pass my bomb back
Suck up the dank like a slurpy
The serious bomb will make a nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growing pains than Maggie
Cause homies nag me
To take the dank out of the baggie
