Man. They got him in the office again  man.
 Yeah  I know. He's been in there for an hour already.
 And ya know  I kinda feel bad for the guy.
 Damn  what do you mean. The fucker clocks in drunk.
 Man  it's his wife and kids; that's who you need to feel sorry for.
 Yeah  I know. And ya know  what are they gonna do if he loses another job.
 Fuckin' alcy. Fuckin' pothead.
 He owes me $5 anyway.

 Verse 1:

 On my way to the job
 Drunk than a bitch
 I'm late for work again
 Damn, boss goin' have a fit
 He said, "This shit been going on
 For just too damn long
 I need to go and find some help
 Or take my drunk ass home"
 And I really don't wanna quit
 Because see then I can't sit
 Up on my ass and smoke my grass from unemployment checks
 And I admit, when I wake up
 I hit the drank, I blow up
 But in back of the job
 I don't bother noone
 I stay strictly to myself
 Co-workers know I be blowed
 So they say my production is throwed
 And I'm not carrying my load
 So I go, and share my problems
 With my friends who be
 Just as high as I
 As they pass the doobie to me
 Who we be, fucked up fool, drunk, blowed, bent
 When it's time to pay my rent
 My money's damn near spent
 I know I'm fucking up my lungs
 My liver ain't 'bout shit
 From all the weed
 And all the alcohol
 But y'all, I can't quit

 (2 guys talking)

 Man, if it was me dog, I'd say, "Fuck that job".
 Man, here. Hit the weed, man. Fuck a job, man.
 Shit, I'll hit that. Here, I'll hit it.
 Shit, no weed goin' never tell you nothin' wrong.
 I've been tellin' you to quit that motherfuckin' job anyways.
 Yeah, that boss trippin', on my dick anyways.
 Fuck that nigga. Hell fuck yeah.
 Want me to kick his ass for you?
 Fuck it man.

 Verse 2:

 See, reefer's like a friend
 Who free me from my foes
 Drinking something different today
 But wearing the same old clothes
 I guess weed, wine, and women
 Was the life that I chose
 But it got hard splitting my dick
 Between my wife and these hoes
 So I just smoke
 An ounce a day, nothing less
 Spent so many damn dollars
 That it don't make no fucking sense
 I went to seek help
 Thought I was losing my mind
 The doctor walked in high
 With some brew and a dime
 And said, "It's your life, nigga
 Go ahead and enjoy
 And whenever you need some weed, nigga
 Just hollar at your boy
 'Cause ain't nothing wrong with it, go on on
 Take these, you need at least 3 cups in the morning"
 Drinking all day
 Big chiefing at night
 I keep my eyes red and tight
 So that my teeth can look white
 And I can smell it and tell it
 The weed you have ain't shit
 But I'll still take a pull
 And twist the cap on the bull
 I can't quit

 (Devin and his doctor talking)

 Damn, doctor. Is this shit gonna kill me, man?
 No, no son. No need to panic.
 It's actually quite good for you.
 It slows down the structure of white blood cells
 And cures the flow. It's called nature's illing leaf.
 The more you smoke it the better you feel. Take another hit.
 You ain't bullshittin'. You did good.
 Would I lie to you?

 Verse 3:

 Just another day
 Another fat sweet to get my head right
 I'm sitting back, my windows cracked
 I'm chilling at the red light
 Minding my business
 But why is this law typing my plates
 I only gotta dime and ain't got time to catch no case
 But still she races up to me
 And stick her nose out in my car
 "Hey bitch, what you looking in my car for?"
 She pointed at the sweet
 Still burning and said, "Aw"
 I had to think quick
 Pulled out my dick
 And shoved it in her jaw
 But like weak times
 I had to hit the gas
 Collect my seeds
 Clean the ash
 Non-stop, evade the cops
 They mad because I'm high they not
 I made the block, screwed up some cop
 Dipped back on the freeway
 Threw my empty 40 bottle out
 When I passed San Felipe
 We stay blowed, fucked up, drunk, full, bent
 My kids screaming Astroworld
 But all my time is spent
 And you can tell the way I smell
 My braincells ain't shit
 From all the weed and all the alcohol
 But y'all, I can't quit

 (2 guys talking)

 That was cool, man. Hey, can I get one of those dranks?
 Naw, man. I told you about your beer-hoggin' ass.
 Nigga, go to the fuckin' store.
 C'mon, man. Can I drink with y'all, man?
 I can't hear. Goddamn, I can't hear shit.
 (...?...)
 Do you have a job? Do you have a job?
 Hell yeah, I gotta job motherfucker.
 I just spend all my money buying weed.
 Ya know, it helps me work longer
 So I can make more money
 So I can buy more weed
 So I can work longer
 So I can make more money
 So I can buy more weed
 So I can work longer
 So I can make more money
 So I can buy more weed
 So I can work longer
 So I can make more money
 So I can buy more weed