[Verse 1: Too $hort]
I got some weed from my homie, went and bought me an ounce
Every hit'll get you high, that's what they found
If you smoke my weed, you'll agree it's all that
Gotta get a fat bag, don't get a small sack
I know you love the dank, you could've had the best
If you wasn't so slow, you could've bought the rest
Of the good bud, twist it up
And take a few puffs, nigga, you know we always do it up
That's right
And everyday we balling
Roll the windows up, on the way to the mall
It's in the air, it feels good
All the fake squares, and all the real hood players
We smoke the green 'cause it's going down
If you can't find the indo, roll the brown
But I can't fuck around, 'cause I'm from the west
Ain't nothing but the sticky, all in my chest
Bitch!
[Verse 2: Too $hort]
I like to get high, but I ain't slippin
I ain't trippin
I'm just riding and dipping
They always be quick to share when it's our's
But when it's on them, they just stare at the stars
We all up at the club, and just like I figured
I twist one up, now here come all the niggas
Drunk feeling good, I pass it around
I watch the green weed, knock your ass down
Swisher sweets, liquorish, you know the plan
If you can't smoke the pipe, poke a hole in a can
You'll be prepared for more than what you used to
It's good like the [?] weed back in the old school
It's so nice, the way it makes you feel
Smoke a fat joint, living way too real
And if I wasn't planning on it, consider it done
'Cause you know I'm 'bout to smoke one, then another one
I got some weed from my homie, went and bought me an ounce
Every hit'll get you high, that's what they found
If you smoke my weed, you'll agree it's all that
Gotta get a fat bag, don't get a small sack
I know you love the dank, you could've had the best
If you wasn't so slow, you could've bought the rest
Of the good bud, twist it up
And take a few puffs, nigga, you know we always do it up
That's right
And everyday we balling
Roll the windows up, on the way to the mall
It's in the air, it feels good
All the fake squares, and all the real hood players
We smoke the green 'cause it's going down
If you can't find the indo, roll the brown
But I can't fuck around, 'cause I'm from the west
Ain't nothing but the sticky, all in my chest
Bitch!
[Verse 2: Too $hort]
I like to get high, but I ain't slippin
I ain't trippin
I'm just riding and dipping
They always be quick to share when it's our's
But when it's on them, they just stare at the stars
We all up at the club, and just like I figured
I twist one up, now here come all the niggas
Drunk feeling good, I pass it around
I watch the green weed, knock your ass down
Swisher sweets, liquorish, you know the plan
If you can't smoke the pipe, poke a hole in a can
You'll be prepared for more than what you used to
It's good like the [?] weed back in the old school
It's so nice, the way it makes you feel
Smoke a fat joint, living way too real
And if I wasn't planning on it, consider it done
'Cause you know I'm 'bout to smoke one, then another one
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