Aiyyo  I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much
 Knees buckle the  uck up when I'm splittin my dutch
 Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free
 It's just E Doubl E  Keith Murray  and me
 It cost twenty if you're down with it
 Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted
 to ride around blitted
 Cause I be feenin for that pookie
 I smoke the good shhh  save the backyard boogie for all groupies
 And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby
 Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G
 I'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C
 K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely
 (Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)
 Ask me if I love the rap game -- I, I'm loving it
 Cause I can do what the OWW/-uck I feel is real
 Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz

 Chorus: repeat 2X

 I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
 I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop
 To all my real dogs, all my real pals
 who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt

 Verse Two:

 I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open
 Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in
 Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin
 Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in
 AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high
 We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out
 And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le
 Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes THISSAWAY

 Chorus

 [singing] Smoke buddha, smoke buddha...

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 Niggaz against smokin weed in public places
 A subdivision of *clang* IKSRFO
 I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out