(feat. Jnj Project) 



I'm from the Lost Boyz! 

Yeah you know me know 



Know when to roll them 

Know when to smoke them 

Know when to put down see po-li 



[Jugga] 

Now what's that I smell, It ain't our town 

I think stinkin ass Mary wanna smoke wit us, she got a Dutch? 

Spill her blood guts, skillin up 

I quick a line green, sticky to the touch 

Got me pickin pennies up for good luck 

You supersticious? No a little too permiser 

But a hair plant chase it with ucalyptus 

Now you hit this, I'm spittin like I'm bout to pitch 

I look down, my spit mad white like Dick Van Dyke 

FDA want us to fire pill 

Man I'd rather buy a phil and start the fire drill 

Jokers got jokes, I bet Mister Broke-off 

Had a toe off, the choke boss, everybody do they thing 

Some people get high and it's exceptable 

Other people get high and rob First Federal 

You better leave that stuff alone young breed 

You look at me ain't nuthin poppin but the seed in my tweed 



[Chorus x2:] 

Puff harder, Puff harder 

Puff harder, puff harder 



[Mr. Cheeks] 

On the late night creeps, me and my teams we love the streets 

Got the bottle of that green from our peeps 

We on the New York scenery, that took four hours to 

get to that greenery 

You know what that mean to me 

Grab the back from the back, startin freestyle to a track 

I got my trees and some congac 

Me and my team, jigg to death, jewelry shine 

We hot bottom line, it's LB Fam for the 99 

And beyond, don't get upset cuz we on 

We heard enough of that garbage, nigga now we gone 

We don't want four fifth, carry shine dub 

Kickin it with Smitty, smoked out sized lined up 

What's the verdict? I know you know the situation 

Still holdin, me and my team we still rollin 

Fruities in the smash, and us niggas gettin cash 

Comin off full blast, nigga where the grass at? 



[Chorus x2] 



[Hook x2:] 

You got chocolate, I got hydro 

Mix it with that sticky green and better get my eyes low 



[J-Drama] 

Cypher movin come on, three paws and pass 

You gettin happy with my trees like I got tons of grass 

Roll up, stop frontin and burn some of that chocolate 

Mix with that sticky green with that and squak it 

Tell me how you like it, from here it smells good 

If it ain't to your pleasure, I got 'dro and backwards 

Another drink, bartender to hennecy hit the spot 

You ain't got to love the fam, just watch how we rock 

I puff pot and keep my head low from the cops 

I walk from any hood it's straight John Blaze ya block 

I'm J-Drama baby, I stay blowin the ganja baby 

Me and the marley smoke mad bags of marijuana baby 

JnJ and LB, in the year 2G 

Optimose and backwoods, but my dutches burn with ease 

Fella please, you ain't ready to puff 

I got you O.D.'ing and puffin up your lungs and stuff, what 



[Chorus x2]