Phase one

I grab the Henny and twist the top

Guzzle it that's when the reaction starts

I split the chalk with the Dutch

Had the hash in the greenery, then the L get sparked

Keith Murray's never smokin' on babith

**** give me dirt and I throw it in the garbage

Actual facts, writin' exact, sacks of African Black

I smoke two back to back

I smoke so much I choke out fire alarms

With the towel under the door feel the effect of the bar

Put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell

Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell

I inhale a gray smoke full of tram

Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM

Inahle it through your mouth, freeze like you froze

Then shhy, blow it out yo nose

I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell

Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell

I inhale a gray smoke full of tram

Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM

Put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell

Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell

I inhale a gray smoke full of tram

Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM

Me and the Funk Doctor Spot up top on the hop

Block two big jig hot shots coppin' mots

Seasons slice precise, ice 'n' tights

Chicken heads that circle the block twice

If you chokin' then pass 'cause it's not a game

Bitches hit my blunts and never feel the same

They start actin strange and kinda erotic

I try to tell her you a'int nothin bout no chronic

Ahh drats I think I'll take a long walk

And light a fat one up for the sergeant general of New York

Who determine gettin' lifted kill brain cells maybe

If it wasn't for weed, **** would be goin crazy

So smell it from afar, comin' from the bar

Or rushin' out when I open up the car door

Whether home or party in a bag or a jar

Put that lah in the air and represent with a stand form

I put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell

Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell

I inhale a gray smoke full of tram

Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM

I put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell

Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell

I inhale a gray smoke full of tram

Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM

I'm not sayin' I'ma a pothead, 'cause I'm not

I'm just sayin' that I smoke a lot

Catch me in V.I.P. smokin' with Dennis Scott

Or after the show in the parkin' lot

I only buy weed from a selective few

'cause **** is wicked and they will get you

I ran outta blunts got some paper from your mother

She had extra weed so we rolled another

No doubt, I hear you out

Before I roll my L, I think the cancer part out

I'ma kite 'cause I missed the buddah spot before the flight

And damn we gon' be away for like twelve nights

So here I am in Amsterdam gettin' high again

You know what, come to think of it, yo, I'd love a Heineken

Inhale it through your mouth, freeze like you froze

Then shhy blow it out yo nose

I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell

Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell

I inhale a gray smoke full of tram

Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM

I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell

Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell

I inhale a gray smoke full of tram

Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM

I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell

I don't a fuck so you can tell what the hell, we smoked without y'all

We smoked without y'all

We smoked without y'all

Get lifted, uh, uh

Yeah I know what time it is, yeah all like that at