My nigga Big Bos gon hit this sweet 

Kane and Abel (what's up) gon hit the muthafuckin sweet 

(what's up Mo B?) 

Skull Dugrey (KL) said pass that muthafucka right here (Craig B) 

I'm a smoke some of this 

for all my niggaz dat's dead and gone and ain't here 

(time for us TRU niggaz to get ya'll niggaz high) 

Smoke somethin (Silkk in this bitch, C-Murder) 

for all them niggaz in the projects that's tryin to come up 

(and you know me, Master P, pervin on that muthafuckin swisha sweet) 

Mr Serv-On gon hit this sweet (swisha sweet) 

Somebody done (that muthafuckin green chronic) 

(nigga that's how we smoke it down here) 

put Big Pokey on that muthafuckin... on that dank 

(dank, doja) got him hooked on chronic 

(we don't fuck with that brown weed) Big V said 

(brown weed's for suckas, nigga) pass him the sweet 

and then give it to Big Mann (and we serve cluckas) 

(so it's time to jump in yo muthafuckin ride and get it smoked up) 

Don't pass it, nigga, to Big Ed cause you know he'll mug you 

(I want the windows to be foggy) 

(and tell ya partna nigga, pass that muthafucka, go like this here) 



Chorus: 1, 2, 3 niggaz blowin dank in my cadillac 

4, 5 niggaz smokin weed in my cadillac 

6, 7 niggaz blowin dank in my cadillac 

8, 9 niggaz blowin weed in my cadillac 

10, 11 niggaz gettin high in my cadillac 

12, 13 niggaz won't fit in my cadillac 

Gettin high in my cadillac 

Niggaz smokin sweets in the cadilla 



Uunngghh! 



[Verse I] 

TRU niggaz keep roaches in the ashtray (ashtray) 

And smoke mo chronic than that nigga Diggity Dr. Dre 

Ask Cube, cause today is a good day (good day) 

And I been blowin that green all fuckin day 

And these hoes on my nuts, cause I got that weed 

Keep em 2 for 5, niggaz I got it 4 for 3 

Holla at yo boy, if you wanna get high 

I keep that green when I'm rollin in my dope ride 

Lickin on that sweet, split it with your fingernail 

Dump the tobacco out, pass the green dank that's real 

Turn up the bass on the 18s 

Roll up the window cause a nigga can't lose no swisha sweet 

Smoke, and let my niggaz choke, 

And if you can't handle that dank, get your ass out my car bro 

We been smokin since '83, 

'97 Silkk told ya'll hoes, none of ya'll bitches ride for free 



[Verse II] 

You got twenty let's go half on a 40, 

Stop the Lac at Motel 6, it's time to get retarded 

Bitch ask me for a shotgun, I'm bout that 

20 minutes, that same ho on her back 

Talkin bout, she high as a kigitty-kite 

But we been fuckin and smokin dank all fuckin night 

Made it home mama smellin on a nigga shirt 

Say it smell like chronic, I mean that green dirt 

Got a nigga fiendin, flippin to lunch 

I mean you know that dank (oooowheeee!) have you with the munch 

Damn nigga, but it's all good 

After today I do that same shit, knock on wood 

My red eyes need Visine, I got mine 

If ya'll niggaz still smokin, fool press rewind 



(rewind noises) 



Chorus 



Verse I 



[Mo B. Dick] 

Let's go half on a 40 sack 

Roll up some swishas, (I told ya'll niggaz I was gon get ya'll high) 

For some pull on that 

Cause it's time to get high (Cause that's how TRU niggaz ride) 

That's how TRU niggaz ride (No Limit Soldiers) 



Repeat 



Smokin weed, makes me feel fine 

Lord I got the chronic on my mind (repeat) 



[Master P] 

Playaz get high, let's get smoked nigga, damn 

one of ya'll niggaz gon pay 

for my seats, ya'll done burned up my muthafuckin seats!