So you trying to get something to bring them nerves down to huh bro
Yeah, I figure if I study high, take the test high, get high scores, right?
Right
Riiiight
Watch me do my shuffle
I don't shuffle (I don't shuffle)
[Chorus]
I don't even know what day it is
Week it is, month it is, year it is
When I get to blazin' this
Pa** it an I'm gonna get back to mine
And every time I hit this spliff
It put me back in line
[Trippz]
Please take the number off the back of that baggie
And Instagram that ba*tard, hashtag me
And we don't ever gotta f** around with swag weed
Because we got enough dealers in the fa-a-amily
Haters always try to get mad at me
Cause every where I go I buy [? ?]
We on the anthem
See me on the tandem
Keep it on the random
Location when you plantin' seeds
Yea, and we don't smoke 'n drive
We just choke 'n chive
Till we hear jokes inside
If weed didn't exist
I'd probably croak and die
And if she was a person
She'd get smoked alive
(Hey there!)
Oh my, how did I ever get so high?
Smokin' weed stupid!
I have no idea what's going on
[Chorus: x2]
[Ninelivez]
I started smoking weed cause I had nothing to do
Twelve years later I stay high rockin' nothing but blue
And purple, smokin' blunts let me know I'm alive
Couple joints by my side, and a Colt .45
b**h I'm high, this is how I carry out my day
Got a cup a Tanqueray, and some Mary on the way
Gettin' faded off the green, wavy off the lean
Percocet's and some E and everything in-between
The way I smoke, ain't no joke
Blaze enough Kush to make ya f**ing peon's choke
My man Leon, said to be on the high we on
To lace up the blunt with Ninelivez to feed on
They say once you smoke weed, you never go back
And I been high ever since, we'll just leave it at that
I was smokin' weed with this b**h right
'N she was smokin' weed out her p**y
Took one hit n pa**ed out
I was like “Damn shorty!”
[Chorus: x2]
[Kryple]
Yo, pa** the papers and the weed, maybe a little hash
Gon' roll myself a little somethin' sticky in a flash
Gettin' high, that's the only thing that get me by
Ten blunts later and I'm still feelin' fine
I'm fried, got a basement full of garbage
Weed stems, roaches, scattered across the carpet
f** a mop, f** a broom, f** a job, f** a school
I'd rather rap, smoke weed and pop shrooms
Kush is my cologne, I'm a typical stoner
Love weed so much, it almost give me a bo*er
When it come to my studio sessions, you know what u-up
You ain't rollin through unless you rollin' u-up
Yea we kick it, a bar laid
And if you sittin' in the room, homie you partaking
See it's puff puff pa**
When you puff my gra**
Pa** it the f** over man
[Chorus x2]