Get spark with me inhales what a brought with me
So come and take a walk with me
Bitch you better smoke something
All the ladies that be getting loaded
It's all in the roll, fuck how you hold it
Nigga you wanna know something?
See ya'll nigga can't find this, niggas be moving in slow motion
I'm on too but I'm in my own home
I'm 'bout to let you niggas know something
High as Cheech N Chong, in my own zone, smokin' homegrown
'Fore you get mad and throw something
But never would have knowed it, if I wasn't loaded
Smokin' that Bionic Chronic
Score it up, roll it up, blow it up
If it's on your chest, get's rid of that mess, for the end of that stress
Smoke all over this motherfucker
Close the gate, get the phone out, I don't want to be disturbed
Blaze up a swissa full of herb, shut the door, shut the window
If you didn't notice that I was fucked up, y'all niggas ain't loaded
Speakin' of myself I'm just a rap writer
I be screamin' but yall know what I'm fiendin' for
But before I get my nerves bad, let me go get my, let me go get my lighter
Nigga told me that's sess was the best, so I got's to test
And ain't no weed like Bo-Weed, no four like that score
