It's Friday mornin', where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weeds
Cuz' I wanna get high, like a plane, in the sky
With the endo cloud in ma brain
Where da fuck are my big sack and my lighter
So I can roll it and set on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors
Cuz' this shit is so sticky that it's gettin' on my fuckin' fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one hit that's with tha bombay shit that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Lemmie make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn center
Impregnated, lookin' joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and I still get faded
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale (4x)
East coast hittin' that blot
West coast hittin' that honey dip
Mighty wanna joint, and I want another hit
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
I wanna stimulate ma mind, so I toke it up
Can I get a hit? Can I get a woooo.
Gimmie that fat bag a' weed in da room
So I can get faded, elavated
Smoke a joint down to a roach, then I ate it
I stand two to the guess guy
(off by) as I keep runnin from the drug guy
Gimmie that weed fool, in your big stash
Too tall, don't be holdin' out on the big bag
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale (4x)
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