B'Real:
 The very first time I hit the weed I was young
 Coughin up a lung  high strung  back in '81
 Goin to school  hittin the buddah behind the bleachers
 Comin to class high  sellin the lye to the teachers
 Nickel bag  nickel bag  dime to a nickel
 Sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle
 Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
 While everybody was runnin out  I was plantin my seeds
 Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned
 Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner
 I can remember when I could only get sess in those days
 Now I'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the haze
 Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front
 But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt
 A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field
 Spillin the weed plant fuckin dookies with no skill
 I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it
 Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it
 Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they
 need
 True indeed, blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky
 And get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light
 Chorus:
 Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
 Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right
 Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
 Take a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another
 Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all gone
 No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb
 I usta spend money but now I'm growin the crops
 But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot
 It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother
 That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover
 Maybe I usta look like that way back when
 When my nigga Sen Dog was around sippin on the Hen
 Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk
 We got the High Times cover shows you how to roll a blunt
 Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter
 Makin trips to Mexico runnin down to the border
 Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks
 Kids of all colors be puffin it down the block
 I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods
 Call me Puffy cause I makin and takin a hit record
 Blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky and get high
 With the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the light
 Chorus