Roll it up then confrontation
Smoke it up then heal the nation
Roll it up then burn the ganja
I need to pass the roach because it's burning my hand
Let me take you on a trip deep where I venture
With the p town ballers in the city of placentia
What we gonna do fool I though you knew
Were gonna fishbowl this b**ch and roll the avenue
Man I'm barkin park so we can get this sparked and
Well score a fat sack and there won't be no more then
Well make a right turn the shefll burn
Break out the two four and put the bowl on turn
We need to hurry up because my highs straight escapin
We need a sixty roll because this bowl I'm sick of scrapin
Were gettin' low on herb I found a twenty on the curb
I got about a fifty so loc What's the word
It's some herb we 'bout to blaze it that's what I'm sayin'
Well score a fat sack and smoke till were hazin
Never perpetrate me because we just got lifted
Saint call some freaks why me 'cuz you're gifted
Roll it up then confrontation
Smoke it up then heal the nation
Roll it up then burn the ganja
I need to pass the roach because it's burning my hand
Saint we got low 'cuz we smoked all our dough
That sh*t was straight legit when I hit it I almost choked
Man he broke and too bad we aint no joke
Two hits and pass that man I want another roach
The sad oversoked man I want some mo
That sh*t got me tipsy I almost fell out the door
Let me say times 'cuz that sucker livin
Shake in my somthin that fools start trippin
What's a man to do when
The avenues of life comes crashin down
It makes me think twice with the j out your hand
You aint nothin but a rookie
Tryin' to drop science but your mind is playin hooky
Pay attention loc I only speak the truth
Sing along with the song sendin out to the youth
Roll a man a joint and hell smoke for a night
Teach him how to roll and hell smoke for life
Roll a man a joint and hell smoke for a night
Teach him how to roll and hell smoke for life
Roll it up then confrontation
Smoke it up then heal the nation
Roll it up then burn the ganja
I need to pass the roach because it's burning my hand
Man I'm gettin' stressed I need to hit the cess
I need to get some herb so I can calm my nerves
Let's get some sinsemilla it's twenty a quarter
Naw Let's get some kind bud it's willin to float ya
Now check it out I get a twenty from my girl
I get a quarter bag of the shwag that makes you hurl
Look what I got I just got my double chamber
We smoke it with a double it's
Clipped prepare for danger
And if a stranger wants to get a taste of it
He can take a hit and trip
And pay me for my rip
I try to have two sacks in case one gets lonely
There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only
Bud smokers only bud smokers only
There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only
Man I'm gettin' hungry we need to get some food
Man I need some chronic to get me in the mood
Well hold up my pager is blowin up
Yeah that's x daddy looks like well be rollin up
Roll it up then
Smoke it up then
Roll it up then
Roll it up then
Roll it up then
Roll it up then
Roll it up then
Roll it up then
Roll it up then
Roll it up then
Smoke it up