[Hook:]
Inhale exhale, I'm a weedaholic, smokin til my lungs fail
Give love, big dubs, I'm a weedaholic, the first to hit the buds,
Don't shake, slow hits. I'm a weedaholic, who loves to smoke spliffs,
Puffin ale, smokin skunk, I'm a weedaholic, the best at rollin blunts.

Relax yourself, let your brain cells die, we always rollin up the weed and inhalin til we high. sailin through the sky, but it's not a bird or a plane, and it's not SuperMan, I think her name is Mary Jane. she got me goin crazy for the weed indeed, I'm key'd, I can barely talk, barely breathe barely see, but I'm a keep goin strong, put the weed in the bong, hit it all night long, like a bitch when the pussy's bomb. only I got the bomb so I smoke, we back-to-back bong hittin holdin in til we choke. it got my eyes chinese, stuck like siamese, I'll be floatin away, when smokin a "J". blazin amazin hypnotic hydroponic chronic my brains dead, from pounds of purple, haze, blueberry and trainwreck. if you a smoker then you love how we do it, love how we be. it's just the daily routine in Humboldt County.

[Hook:]
Inhale exhale, I'm a weedaholic, smokin til my lungs fail
Give love, big dubs, I'm a weedaholic, the first to hit the buds,
Don't shake, slow hits. I'm a weedaholic, who loves to smoke spliffs,
Puffin ale, smokin skunk, I'm a weedaholic, the best at rollin blunts.

Let's see, where should I begin, I think my story starts right around the age of 10, it was the day that I would try, the day that I would fly, that day that it become the first day that I got high. my momma said I shouldn't, my daddy said I couldn't, my homies told me take a hit then laugh and said I wouldn't. you know I ain't no chump, can never be a punk, if they gots some bud and you don't hit it, you was really bunt. so I took they little spliff, gave it a fat kiss, held on for a ride as I took a little trip. now I'm flyin high in the skies, tryin hard to hide the red-eye, love tha way it burns so I returned just like a Jedi. smokin that skunk, smokin fat blunts, smokin every morning til it's way past lunch. no it ain't a problem, yes I'm addicted, won't go to rehab, don't need to kick it. do me the lighter, and a new supplier, I'm done rollin up UnderRated pass the fire. and I'm gonna toke up on the hay-hay, roll some for L.A., it's our time to shine and I'm a smoke one for L.K.

[Hook:]
Inhale exhale, I'm a weedaholic, smokin til my lungs fail
Give love, big dubs, I'm a weedaholic, the first to hit the buds,
Don't shake, slow hits. I'm a weedaholic, who loves to smoke spliffs,
Puffin ale, smokin skunk, I'm a weedaholic, the best at rollin blunts.

[Dave Chapelle stand-up voice over:]
Now this is when I knew I was in a bad neighborhood, you only see this in the worst neighborhoods. remember it's 3 o'clock in the morning, it's 3 o'clock in the morning. I look out the window... it was a fuckin baby standin on the corner. I went, "hey baby! baby go home man it's 3 o'clock in the morning man, what the fuck you doin out? "
The baby said, " I'm sellin weed nigga! "
I said, "OH! "

[Hook:]
Inhale exhale, I'm a weedaholic, smokin til my lungs fail
Give love, big dubs, I'm a weedaholic, the first to hit the buds,
Don't shake, slow hits. I'm a weedaholic, who loves to smoke spliffs,
Puffin ale, smokin skunk, I'm a weedaholic, the best at rollin blunts.


Lyrics submitted by hornbogen34

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