(Verse One) Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much Knees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me It cost twenty if you're down with it Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted to ride around blitted Cause I be feenin for that pookie I smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G I'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely (Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz) Ask me if I love the rap game -- I, I'm loving it Cause I can do what the OWW/-uck I feel is real Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz (Chorus: repeat 2X) I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop To all my real dogs, all my real pals who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt (Verse Two) I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes THISSAWAY (Chorus) (singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha... *clang* The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by NASssWIPP n***az against smokin weed in public places A subdivision of *clang* IKSRFO I'm knockin somebody right the f** out!