[Chorus: Lord Infamous, DJ Paul, 8Ball & MJG]
Pass that junt, pass that junt, nigga
Smokin' fat—Smokin’ fat—Smokin' fat mack Indo
Pass that junt, pass that junt, nigga
We smokin' the chicken, we chokin’ the chicken
Straight jaw, we takin' hard pulls, hard pulls
Pass that junt, pass that junt, nigga
Smo—Smoke a junt, smoke a junt
Smoke a junt, smoke a junt
Pass that junt, pass that junt, nigga
You—You'll get a wiff, when you sniff up in the air
Pass that junt, pass that junt, nigga
Smo—Smoke a junt, smoke a junt
Smoke a junt, smoke a junt
Pass that junt, pass that junt, nigga
Sack in the 'Llac with the vogues, vogues, vogues
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous, DJ Paul & 8Ball]
Marijuana chiefin', blazes keepin' the Scarecrow way up in the rainbows
Every mornin', sippin' a quart with the key of the weed in the punch bowl
Grab me a couple of sheets of the big banana leafs
Ready to stock up the Glizzock, to stalk on a nigga, I’m full of the dark green
Smokin’ got me coughin', (Pass, pass) smokin’ legizaree oftеn staggerin', like a real drunk mothеrfucker, I think I'm too high for this walkin' (Pass, pass)
My head started spinnin’, I feel a bit crazy, can't keep the world still
Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know thats on the real (Smoke) Homies know just where it's at, niggas keepin' fat contacts
Stout sacks pounds of that motherfuckin' chicken black
Pour me a glass of the Hennessy, yeah
Inhale, 'til I shed a tear, get a chair, then I begin to soar deep in the atmosphere (Pass, pass)
Passin', rollin' grunges, like I'm a Jamaican
Damn, DJ Paul my nig', I'm smoked out, here you take it
(Pass, pass)
'Cause im full of that weed, man, let the track thump
Still I end up yellin' to my nigga "Smoke a junt"
Pass that junt, pass that junt, nigga
Smokin' fat—Smokin’ fat—Smokin' fat mack Indo
Pass that junt, pass that junt, nigga
We smokin' the chicken, we chokin’ the chicken
Straight jaw, we takin' hard pulls, hard pulls
Pass that junt, pass that junt, nigga
Smo—Smoke a junt, smoke a junt
Smoke a junt, smoke a junt
Pass that junt, pass that junt, nigga
You—You'll get a wiff, when you sniff up in the air
Pass that junt, pass that junt, nigga
Smo—Smoke a junt, smoke a junt
Smoke a junt, smoke a junt
Pass that junt, pass that junt, nigga
Sack in the 'Llac with the vogues, vogues, vogues
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous, DJ Paul & 8Ball]
Marijuana chiefin', blazes keepin' the Scarecrow way up in the rainbows
Every mornin', sippin' a quart with the key of the weed in the punch bowl
Grab me a couple of sheets of the big banana leafs
Ready to stock up the Glizzock, to stalk on a nigga, I’m full of the dark green
Smokin’ got me coughin', (Pass, pass) smokin’ legizaree oftеn staggerin', like a real drunk mothеrfucker, I think I'm too high for this walkin' (Pass, pass)
My head started spinnin’, I feel a bit crazy, can't keep the world still
Indoor smoke, that shits no joke, my niggas know thats on the real (Smoke) Homies know just where it's at, niggas keepin' fat contacts
Stout sacks pounds of that motherfuckin' chicken black
Pour me a glass of the Hennessy, yeah
Inhale, 'til I shed a tear, get a chair, then I begin to soar deep in the atmosphere (Pass, pass)
Passin', rollin' grunges, like I'm a Jamaican
Damn, DJ Paul my nig', I'm smoked out, here you take it
(Pass, pass)
'Cause im full of that weed, man, let the track thump
Still I end up yellin' to my nigga "Smoke a junt"
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