ayy ayy step back motherfucker
ayy y'all niggas ain't fucking with us
imma get it like this nigga
this pimpin' ain't for free
my backwoods packs i turn to a futon
i got my eyes on seven figures
and i'mma get it whether i move crooked like jack thriller's
don't hit the bathroom for like forty-forty-five minutes
redman and we up in this bitch
and i'm a dog off the collar
the marijuana globe trotters
ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
we ain't looking for endorsements
i ain't here to bring the east back
and now i'm outta rehab they ask me where the weed at
i got that weed that have your p.o getting p.o
pack the streets of new york
on the road to riches to get my g back
killer bees mind your beeswax
past 10 o'clock when ya still don't know where your seat at
it don't take a crip to see that
what you read about meth man
from the days of cheech and chong
a lot of y'all fuckin' with me
sayin' i'm on your bucket list
but i ain't the one to be fuckin' with
i'm like a quick game of tic-tac-toe
i'm back with my niggas earth wind
and i got the fire on mt. kushmore
so let it rain like the leaves of a cannabis plant
i mean it as a matter of fact
slip mo dick in your daughter
ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke