B-Real - Can I Get a Hit lyrics

Handle it, handle it You know, motherf**ers need to have some weed etiquete True, true You see, motherf**ers try to come up and bogard your weed At the club, and they don't wanna share theirs Can I get a hit of your weed [repeats in background 6X] [B-Real] You know I hate it when I roll a joint and give it to somebody Who ain't got weed but they wanna be up in the party Laughin and gigglin, sippin on a Heinie Son you need a Tic Tac your breath is gonna blind me Talkin about you wanna hit, spittin in my eardrum Oh you new in the cypher, step to the rear son Still they manage to hit it, and put they grip on it That's when they wet the tip and put they lips on it Then when you get it, forget it, it's been wetted Who gonna hit it now, not me, you got me Thinkin about these f**in jokers, double tokers Smokers who hit it like they s**in a dick, f**ers Flippin it, lovin it, smokin it to the head Givin it to me half way down, "thanks again" Then when you see 'em later smokin they own stash When you ask 'em for a hit, they say, "sorry this is my hash"" I shared some with you, "Sorry that's not my problem Talk to the hand but I got plenty if you wanna buy some" These people piss me off, this is true indeed But nothin's worse when someone's askin for some weed What do I look like a tree where the bud grows Here pick my left nut and smoke it in the bowl Or better grow your own leave mine alone Here I'll give you a clone now raise up outta my zone I know I got the best weed, but don't make me Make your burnt chest bleed what you need Is weed etiquette, please don't be offended Cuz the weed costs money I'm the one who has to spend it And that's just the way it is man Y'all motherf**ers need to learn You just can't come, askin for some sh** and not givin none in return What the f** is that man? We goin into 2000 motherf**er You need to learn how to smoke some weed with people Pa** it to the left motherf**ers Can I get a hit of your weed [repeats to the end]