why don t you break down the weed roll up the chronic that sticky bionic let me inhale and breathe it i need that cat piss blueberry that purple and that lemonade mix it together with a sprinkle of purple haze blunt wraps swishers sweet felees and garcias zig zags for all my niggers who really need it this is for my niggers 24 7 who stay with it who smoking and put in brown leaves and then oooh weee thats how it is to be fucked up with your family and friends i puff a blunt to the end of the roach i roll another one and continue to smoke i came through with the killers you know how i was i hit it and felt the tingle and baby cough up a lung yeahh i m buzzed me and my homies come smoke with me roll it for me roll a stencil like a schoolyard pencil just relax homie the feeling gone hit you your eyes are red your laughin like a mofucka took another hit and now your gaspin like a mofucka two hits and pass two hits and pass and now the blunt is all nast can i smoke with you can i smoke with you can we live it up real big and do what we do i got the hash to lace the blunt i got that good good knowing what we all smokin throughout the hood hood just to give me that extra push and it ain t nothin to compare to that crystal kush i don t smoke no sacks i smoke pounds roll it up homie put that little shit down i come through covers just to make you wonder with a cloud of smoke give me your lighter motherfuckers and we gone blaze up tha weed so we can get high and we gone blaze up tha weed so we can get high i say i promise to smoke chronic till the day that i die i say i promise to smoke chronic till the day that i die hey blaze up tha weed so we can get high and we gone blaze up tha weed so we can get high i say promise to smoke chronic till the day that i die i say i promise to smoke chronic till the day that i die my homies ran outta bomb so they callin on that weedman capman what you got homie tell me what you need man weigh it up 28 grams times 16 now they smoking again fuck selling hash i rather sell hoes and i d rather sell sacks to make my money flow flow 148 grams and a motherfucking pen you got what you need nigga so put it in my hand i said you bad bitch wanna fuck for a sack get my homie love bitch so you don t get short sacks whatever it is my clientelle goin to smoke that if you want some weed then you know where the chokes at why don t you cough cough cough cough you weak ass niggers your lungs too soft i got a half pound of personal i smoke what i want it seems you niggers smoke sacks and i smoke skunk pew yeah you know how it smells another flavor i can add onto my clientelle i done smoke these swishers hemp in amsterdam germany canada and my homies in japan yeah i love to get high so e mail that nigga daz and i ll stop by yeah you wanna light it up and blaze up tha weed i wanna smoke with you you wanna smoke with me  and we gone blaze up tha weed so we can get high and we gone blaze up tha weed so we can get high i say i promise to smoke chronic till the day that i die i say i promise to smoke chronic till the day that i die hey blaze up tha weed so we can get high and we gone blaze up tha weed so we can get high i say promise to smoke chronic till the day that i die i say i promise to smoke chronic till the day that i die smoke smoke smoke 