[Sample: Katt Williams & Unknown]
Some of y'all need to just smoke some weed and see if it don't help the quality of your motherfuckin' life. I know, I see some of y'all. Look, I understand, if you ain't smokin' weed 'cause you got a good job, then by all means make your paper, boo-boo, but if you ain't got no job and you not smokin' weed, I don't know what the fuck you are doin' with your life. I really don't. I really don't. Don't give me that shit about "It's a drug!", it ain't no motherfuckin' drug, I done done the research, it's just a plant. It just grow like that, and if you just so happen to set it on fire, there are some effects. Do you want to get high?
[Intro]
This intro's fuckin' funny as hell
I wanna get blunted, my brother
Tick-tock motherfuckers
Greetings
I wanna get blunted, my brother
I hope you're high if you're listenin' to this shit
Hey
Hey, you
Why'd you stop rollin' up that weed?
Yeah, that's right
[Chorus]
Some days I be feelin' like I am the shit (I am the shit)
Wearin' clothes right out the package
Lookin' how nice they fit (How nice they fit)
And I swear I'ma be the fuckin' dopest
As long as I can stay up on my grind (Stay up on my grind)
I'ma always know where my home is (Home is)
I've got a Pittsburgh state of mind (State of mind)
[Verse 1]
Hey
Ayo, I'm comin' a—, comin' a—, comin' a—, comin' a—, comin' around again
Runnin' a—, runnin' around with them
Me and a thousand of my friends
Gettin' lifted, dazed and confused, and controllin' this stick shift
I’ve been workin' hard, baby, feelin' like it's my sixth shift
Dealin' with different situations, gettin' a bit of congratulations
Sick with the rhymes, splittin' your minds, feelin' the good vibrations
Excitement, you see these different places I'm invited
While you writin', it's in the people’s ears, they callin' you Tyson
The nicest you've seen in a while
Believe it, the people the reason I'm out
They showin' me love, and open me up
That’s why I see 'em and greet 'em with smiles
Shorty be lettin' me into her house
Pickin' her up, then dickin' her down
They passin' me weed, relaxin' with me
They heard that the kid was the chillest around
Somewhere in Pittsburgh, kickin' it back, watchin' the Steelers
Put your Reggie Bush away, we got some real herb
Shorty a weed ho, so nah, I don't feel her
'Cause I'm just on to the next, don't get your feelings hurt
Some of y'all need to just smoke some weed and see if it don't help the quality of your motherfuckin' life. I know, I see some of y'all. Look, I understand, if you ain't smokin' weed 'cause you got a good job, then by all means make your paper, boo-boo, but if you ain't got no job and you not smokin' weed, I don't know what the fuck you are doin' with your life. I really don't. I really don't. Don't give me that shit about "It's a drug!", it ain't no motherfuckin' drug, I done done the research, it's just a plant. It just grow like that, and if you just so happen to set it on fire, there are some effects. Do you want to get high?
[Intro]
This intro's fuckin' funny as hell
I wanna get blunted, my brother
Tick-tock motherfuckers
Greetings
I wanna get blunted, my brother
I hope you're high if you're listenin' to this shit
Hey
Hey, you
Why'd you stop rollin' up that weed?
Yeah, that's right
[Chorus]
Some days I be feelin' like I am the shit (I am the shit)
Wearin' clothes right out the package
Lookin' how nice they fit (How nice they fit)
And I swear I'ma be the fuckin' dopest
As long as I can stay up on my grind (Stay up on my grind)
I'ma always know where my home is (Home is)
I've got a Pittsburgh state of mind (State of mind)
[Verse 1]
Hey
Ayo, I'm comin' a—, comin' a—, comin' a—, comin' a—, comin' around again
Runnin' a—, runnin' around with them
Me and a thousand of my friends
Gettin' lifted, dazed and confused, and controllin' this stick shift
I’ve been workin' hard, baby, feelin' like it's my sixth shift
Dealin' with different situations, gettin' a bit of congratulations
Sick with the rhymes, splittin' your minds, feelin' the good vibrations
Excitement, you see these different places I'm invited
While you writin', it's in the people’s ears, they callin' you Tyson
The nicest you've seen in a while
Believe it, the people the reason I'm out
They showin' me love, and open me up
That’s why I see 'em and greet 'em with smiles
Shorty be lettin' me into her house
Pickin' her up, then dickin' her down
They passin' me weed, relaxin' with me
They heard that the kid was the chillest around
Somewhere in Pittsburgh, kickin' it back, watchin' the Steelers
Put your Reggie Bush away, we got some real herb
Shorty a weed ho, so nah, I don't feel her
'Cause I'm just on to the next, don't get your feelings hurt
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