[Chorus x2]
Smokin' that weed, feelin' fine
Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime

Fuck a blunt, just roll a nice fat square
Put some fire to the end and put that bitch in the air
Hell, I'm glad I got my weed, it damn near took me a hour
I was creepin' down Belfort, a fuckin train on McCower
Got a 40 oz from Atco right across from Chateau
Went up the street a little piece and purchased me a fat hoe
Hit 610, steady checkin' my weed
Separatin' the buds from the stems and seeds
I got that shit to get you higher than a rocket
Bitch, I got a sack, put that nick' back in your pocket
And sample some of this, inhale it up through your nose
Take another good pull and watch your lungs explode
( *inhales * ...that ain't no punk)
Bitch, I mix my shit together, hoe, that's Red House skunk
Put that Odd Squad tape in the deck while I'm boomin' it
Nosy neighbors lookin' but, bitch, all I'm doin is

[Chorus x2]

[Jugg Mugg]
Oh yeah, we're smokin at the weed and always feelin fine
We like to drink the brew and plus the Boon's Farm wine
But speakin of herb, nigga, let's get us another sack
Let's get a fat dime, man, we go half on the zig-zags
I love the cheeba and I might just be an addict
I'm rollin through the hood causin all the fuckin' static
A tight-eyed hoodlum, that's what your parents call me
A victim of a bastard child, my mother spoiled me
Muthafuckas say: you shouldn't do drugs
But weed is not a drug, it massages my Jugg Mugg
Besides, the shit it really does me no harm
It's better than me havin' needle marks in my arms
So I'ma keep puffin' and slurpin' on a brew
And if you don't like what I'm sayin
I roll you up and smoke you
And get so high, so high that I can reach up to the ceiling
And then I'm in the mood for some of that sexual healin'
But just remember, it's really not what you do
It's how you do it
Cause y'all can smoke the mo's
But all these niggas here doin' is just

[Chorus x2]

Yeah bitch, I smoke but hoe, I don't geek
Two tight fat dimes usually last me a week
You got these fiends smokin crack
With they head goin in circles
But I'ma smoke my weed until my lips turn purple
I take a square to work, I guess that's why I'm always late
Couple of hits, that's all I take, save it for my break
And after that I clock out, I go home, I get high
Smoke my weed and drink my brew so that my mouth don't get dry
I get blowed, bitch, I'm not afraid to admit
Off that weed, yes indeed
Better believe I keeps the good shit

Lyrics submitted by Geno55

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