I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods
The very first time I hit the weed I was young
Take a puff, that's enough and pass it to another
When my nigga Sen Dog was around sipping on the Hen
Coughing up a lung, high strung, back in '81
I use ta spend money but now I'm growing the crops
Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give
Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
Maybe I use ta look like that way back when
Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front
Now, I'm rocking that Chocolate Thai, skunk and the haze
Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks
Blow your fucking smoke up in the sky and get high
The herb man what they need
I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it
Get the weed sack, smoke it up, 'til it's all gone
While everybody was running out, I was planting my seeds
But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt
True indeed, blow your fucking smoke up in the sky
No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb
Kids of all colors be puffin it down the block
Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffing the lye right
Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover
I can remember when I could only get sess in those days
Or your Philly, or duchess give me a light
Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffing the lye right
Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned
It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother
And get high with your bong
Call me Puffy 'cause I making and taking a hit record
Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's pole
Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter
Making trips to Mexico running down to the border
We got the High Times cover, shows you how to roll a blunt
Amateur of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field
With the bong, Philly or duchess, give me the light
Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
Coming to class high, selling the lie to the teachers
Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk
Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
Selling joints to the honeys, suck it like an icicle
Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it
Going to school, hitting the buddha behind the bleachers
But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot
Spilling the weed plant fucking dookies with no skill
