[Intro: B-Real]
Do you want to get high? (Yeah!)
Does everybody want to get high? (Yeah!)
[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
Yo, I'm like butter in the bottle, easy spraying at those
Dressed in black like a funeral, praying to ghosts
I’m like a thousand Newport’s out the mouth of the trife
Farragut Too Short, Billy fuck your mouth with a rifle
Yeah fuck your face with a screwdriver, show me a goon liver
A miracle I ain’t in jail doing a two-fiver
I speak electricity, my words are loose diamonds
String ‘em together like Gucci links and used medallions
I take you on a journey
Sometimes I feel like fuck the world, y’all don’t deserve me
Fuck you and your attorney
I drive a hard bargain, into the fire like Don Dokken
Fuck outta here, matter of fact, make it a Lȧȧz Rockit
The chopper read a rat, chief popper, Desert Eagle clap
My words will cause the street underneath your feet to crack
Resurrect John Lennon, bring The Beatles back
Resurrect Bob Marley, bring that reefer back
[Verse 2: Sick Jacken]
Load the auto-dab with Waxey Gordon, I get so high
I feel like I’m passing Jordan every time I pack a bowl and
Grow my own weed on lands stolen
Cali’s saw with the hashy oil got my lung mad swollen
Smoke out of an apple with The Grateful Dead
Just to sample cause I wanna tap it through make some bread
(Yeah?) I get my weed from the street instead
Cause I don’t believe with a scrip, you deceive the feds
What the fuck do I know, I’m a marijuano
Used to doing mano-mano in the hood for my dough
Now I’m [analytical] in the do?? line?
La Coka Nostra, dos like through? like the mob
I’m a scholar and a gentleman, Cheech & Chong veteran
Complicated hood shit, like Big Sleep's lettering
Waste italic cause I chase the dragon
Just imagine that the dabbin’ and the whiskey (?) lace the (?)
Do you want to get high? (Yeah!)
Does everybody want to get high? (Yeah!)
[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
Yo, I'm like butter in the bottle, easy spraying at those
Dressed in black like a funeral, praying to ghosts
I’m like a thousand Newport’s out the mouth of the trife
Farragut Too Short, Billy fuck your mouth with a rifle
Yeah fuck your face with a screwdriver, show me a goon liver
A miracle I ain’t in jail doing a two-fiver
I speak electricity, my words are loose diamonds
String ‘em together like Gucci links and used medallions
I take you on a journey
Sometimes I feel like fuck the world, y’all don’t deserve me
Fuck you and your attorney
I drive a hard bargain, into the fire like Don Dokken
Fuck outta here, matter of fact, make it a Lȧȧz Rockit
The chopper read a rat, chief popper, Desert Eagle clap
My words will cause the street underneath your feet to crack
Resurrect John Lennon, bring The Beatles back
Resurrect Bob Marley, bring that reefer back
[Verse 2: Sick Jacken]
Load the auto-dab with Waxey Gordon, I get so high
I feel like I’m passing Jordan every time I pack a bowl and
Grow my own weed on lands stolen
Cali’s saw with the hashy oil got my lung mad swollen
Smoke out of an apple with The Grateful Dead
Just to sample cause I wanna tap it through make some bread
(Yeah?) I get my weed from the street instead
Cause I don’t believe with a scrip, you deceive the feds
What the fuck do I know, I’m a marijuano
Used to doing mano-mano in the hood for my dough
Now I’m [analytical] in the do?? line?
La Coka Nostra, dos like through? like the mob
I’m a scholar and a gentleman, Cheech & Chong veteran
Complicated hood shit, like Big Sleep's lettering
Waste italic cause I chase the dragon
Just imagine that the dabbin’ and the whiskey (?) lace the (?)
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