So sit back and smoke a blunt 'cause I just copped a zip
Take a hit of this shit homie, you'll be fucking lit
But yo, I shouldn't be smoking, I'm self-provoking
The words that were spoken, now the rotation is broken
And I'm smoking my money away, I can't seem to stop it
I love other shit but can't no feeling top it
It got me coughing and it got me dropping flows
And it got me on my toes and it got me puffing O's
Its that good feelin' that got you up to your ceiling
Fuck that bammer shit, 'cause I only put the real in
Puff, puff, pass and then you ditch class
Or.. come in late and have the teacher on your ass
Fuck that shit, I rather just sit down and sleep
On top of that this weed got me thinking really deep
But if you show up, then roll up
We smoke weed as purple as crayolas
And other type ya didn't even know of
Rotate the circle, and pass that purple
This shit got me slow like a motherfucking turtle, so
Chill back, then I write some real rap
Then I spit it to the people and make sure that they feel that
Burn it down with the town and pass that shit around
Mothafucka lose yourself in the sound, what!

Maryjane was her name
She got me to play the game
And I've been playing ever since
Smoking blunts, smoking spliffs
(x4)

It's that 707 and I'm feeling high as heaven
So believe I got trees cos now everybody sellin'
Breathe in breathe out, breathe in breathe out
It's the HideandSeekZoo and you know what we about
I gotta plan to smoke a gram with my man
Blow it out like fan, nowadays i get too high to understand
The game, it's all the same hotbox the world
And switch the lane, and call me up to spark the flame mothafucka