(feat. Boogie Mane)
[Intro: Frayser Boy & {Boogie Mane}]
Aye, Crunchy told ya he had "3 Different Kinds of Weed" in a bowl
I didn't believe him, but man this n***a got that shiiit!
{Man, that sh** got me higher than a muh'f**a, foo}
Aye Boogie Mane, man, aye
You need ta pa** that sh**, bruh
{Frayser, you prob'ly gon' have to roll up yo own dogg}
[Hook: Frayser Boy & {Boogie Mane}]
I smoke weed {I Smoke weed}
I gets high {I gets high}
I need it on a daily base to get by {To get by}
I smoke weed {I Smoke weed}
I gets high {I gets high}
I need it on a daily base to get by {To get by}
Do the damn thang, get the lighter, fire it up b**h
Do the damn thang, get the lighter, fire it up b**h
Do the damn thang, get the lighter, fire it up (Fire it up)
This is a smokin session
This is a smokin session
[Verse 1: Frayser Boy]
I got a smokin habit
Got it? Then let me have it
That 'Dro would make me happy
Sticky like Laffy-Taffy
Fiendin cause I'm an addict
Never caught blazin babbage
Hurry and let me grab it
Extend your arm and pa** it
I'm rollin through the hood, my windows half-cracked
The firest sh** up in the town, gots ta have that
Inhale, exhale, inhale, and blow it out
Give me that 'Dro, plus a mic, I'm showin out
So n***a what'cha mean?
My favorite color green
I keep a blurry scene
From sh**'cha never seen
This f**in 'Dro I'm chokin, it got me mad-straight
I'm feelin like I'm on that movie called "Half Baked"
I'm smokin half weight, my eyes real heavy
I'm flyin home to my broad cause I feel ready
Been smokin all night, ain't gotta ask that question
I'm feelin alright, this is my smokin session
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Boogie Mane]
Smoke on a daily basis
Don't even ask me why
My head be full of Marijuana, evidence in eyes
Drift off to other places, you wouldn't think I be
Pa** me the weed so I can roll me up another B
I know you got it n***a, don't make me ask again
Cause you don't wanna "say hello to my little friend"
Known to cause confrontations, like every now and then
Boy f** the conversation, put that Hydro in the wind
His a** start to uhh choke and, smoke fillin up his lungs
So when I hit and showed him, showed him what his a** won
Reach down into yo pockets, and give me all yo weed
And clown stop all the flaugin, cause this sh** ain't what'cha need
Some n***as try ta copy, and doin what they see
But then they do it sloppy, f**in up this lovely weed
Call me the Boogie Mane, and I'm a keep ya guessin
What f**in zone I'm in when I be in my smokin session
[Hook]