Listen I waited long for these rocks to glisten
Everybody you see in here tonight's
My recent success rapidly got your bitch convinced
Hip-Hoppin', ziplockin', riprockin' gang banger
Don't put your motherfuckin' hands on me
Be gettin' me right, I be loc'n
D.P.G. unit sounds like danger
Weed rollin', G-strollin', bad-mouthin' muh'fucker
Over betrayal is not forgiven
Be gettin' me right, I be loc'n
Barely gives you a buzz, me I get high
Be gettin' me right, I be loc'n
Be gettin' me right, I be loc'n
Them bullshit trees, you be rollin'
Say 'gain won't you blow it with the best of them
"Thought you was an actor," thought I was a singer
That la lah-lah, I be smokin'
Haters mad they can't look inside 'cause I pitched the tints
Sometimes I think 'bout where the niggaz from the start went
Without you botherin' me
A musician can't operate without his instruments
Barely gives you a buzz, me I get high
That Cali bud special, so special I held the blunt so long
Ay, did you hit this shit?
I blow a heavy load, you can subtract some G's
Them bullshit trees, you be rollin'
Doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of seeds
It's just one of them things that I do with my spare time
Helpin' the cop's forbidden, 'bout to buy momma her own mansion
Now lay back on the law
Fuck rap, I'm the wrong one to get pissed off
(Can I get high)
Barely gives you a buzz, me I get high
Doin' the same thing, so why you keep player hatin' on me?
Barely gives you a buzz, me I get high
Without you botherin' me
Snoop had to tell me, "Pass the weed nephew!"
Be gettin' me right, I be loc'n
Barely gives you a buzz, me I get high
So I'm blowin' on that wet doe, same color as Gecko
This new weed that I got I call it face off
Them bullshit trees, you be rollin'
From that one-room pad without a pot to piss in
That la lah-lah, I be smokin'
Yes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple palm trees
Barely gives you a buzz, me I get high
We gas 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em, what you expect ho?
I don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence
We follow hood codes and everybody in the set know
Them bullshit trees, you be rollin'
My nigga dead and it's hard to let go
Be gettin' me right, I be loc'n
Raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment
Thought about ridin' if you say you wanna hang tough
'Cause it'll blow your face off and that's a figure of speech
You might wanna manage your anger
Them bullshit trees, you be rollin'
That la lah-lah, I be smokin'
Be gettin' me right, I be loc'n
'Cause the pump'll make you "Jump" like Kris Kross
Be gettin' me right, I be loc'n
Barely gives you a buzz, me I get high
That la lah-lah, I be smokin'
Law breakin', pimp slappin' niggaz for the fuck of it
Do you want to smoke wit me?
That la lah-lah, I be smokin'
I do this for my niggaz locked up that's comin' home to lobster livin'
That la lah-lah, I be smokin'
'Cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to choke ya
I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my knees
Now they put they hands out, 'cause of the way shit bend
I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate
Hang with us and stop smokin' on the same stuff
(Can I get high)
My niggaz a beast, on me from the West to the East, preach!
And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe
My bad habits ain't private, so I'ma share mine
Them bullshit trees, you be rollin'
I told dem don't mess wit dem, I hold dem no testament
So you niggaz ain't smokin' if you don't chip in
The secondhand smoke'll make a nigga wanna start shit
I admit I got a problem, I keep comin' back for these
That la lah-lah, I be smokin'
Just so I can see her pop the ribbon
Them bullshit trees, you be rollin'
Them bullshit trees, you be rollin'
That la lah-lah, I be smokin'
