Check it out
 Yo  1992 begins the new wave for the blunt rollers
 You know what I'm sayin'?
 The saga of the philly blunt continues
 The flava's the P Funk y'all  get wit it
 Check it out...

 (Verse 1)

 Check out a new type of gimmick which is splendid
 Since you're down with other shit  let's see if you're down with this
 It's about..strictly trying to roll a blunt
 When you get the hang of it, you'll catch more blunts than Archie Bunk
 First of all you get a fat bag of ism
 From uptown, any local store sells the shit friend
 Purchase a philly, not the city of Philly
 Silly punk, I'm talking 'bout the shit called the Philly blunt
 Lick the blunt and then the Philly blunt middle you split
 Don't have a razor blade, use ya fuckin fingertips
 Crack the bag and then you pour the whole bag in
 Spread the ism around until the ism reach each end
 Take your finger and your thumb from tip to tip
 Roll it in a motion then the top piece you lick
 Seal it, dry it wit ya lighter if ya gotta
 The results, mmmmmmmm....proper

 (chorus)
 That's how you roll a blunt
 That's how you roll a blunt
 That's how you roll a blunt
 That's how you roll a blunt
 That's how you roll a blunt
 That's how you roll a blunt
 Let's all roll a blunt
 ..and get fucked up (yea)
 (repeats again)

 (Verse 2)

 The second paragraph might makes you laugh
 When a brotha rolls a blunt and his breath smells like gr-ass
 That's when you know you gotta take the blunt from him
 Cuz his breath has the dragon in the dungeon
 (yo, yo, yo, light the blunt. uh yo, here's the lighter..)
 I would if this shit would stop drippin' wit saliva
 And if you gonna lick it, don't drown it with ya spit, shit
 I dunno what dick or last puss you licked quick
 And how 'bout the non-blunt rollin' females
 That always fucks it up 'cuz they don't wanna break their Lee nails
 (hee hee hee hee hee, sorry Red for spilling it..)
  You better pickup every seed of it
 Because I paid 10 bills for the get ill..
 And for spilling it you better get lost or get grilled
 Bo know everything from sports to other stuff
 But I bet you Bo dunno know to roll a blunt.

 (chorus)

 (hey nigga pass the gotdamn blunt. shit! what you holding it all day for?
 Sit yo big ass down...)

 (bridge)
 Yo, yo, check this out
 I want all the real niggas out there and the females too
 If you got a fat blunt in ya mouth and you feeling high as hell
 I want y'all to repeat after me, check it out
 I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up..)
 I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up...)
 I'm high as hell (I'm high as hell..)
 I'm high as hell (I'm high as hell) Yea.

 (Verse 3)
 Last but not least, Redman would like to say peace
 To all the blunt rollers from the Tri-State to the Middle East
 And gimme a blunt when I kick the bucket
 Devil or no devil when I am the wrong to be fucked with
 So everybody put they blunt up in the air
 Take a puff, blow the smoke out like ya just don't care
 So..(pump up the volume) ..so it's heard thru the next block
 I'm out, peace to Red Foxx, I'm off to the cess spot..

 (outro)

 (yea, DJ Twinz in the house)
 Yea, Redman's in the house
 Yo, peace to Pack Pistol Posse, the 4,5,6
 Yo, I'm out, yo Reg
 Turn this shit off man (yo turn that shit off..)

 (record stops