[Intro]
[G] what song is this, Myk?
[Myk Blauuw] just a beat
[G] who did it?
[Myk Blauuw] uh, 4Five

[Verse 1: Illecism]
Yo, I be in the Honda with my homie Virg doing the thing I'm most fond of
Rolling up a paper stick packed to the brim with ganja
Lips getting blacker but I give a damn like Yolanda
Probably fume bomba til my shit's as black as Obama's
I'm a get on this & snap folks
I don't know about you homie but that smoke
Got me feeling crazy, so crazy
Got me thinking maybe my Fly High fraternity should quit with all the hazing
Blazing, from the wake & bake until the days in
California raised in, smell us with no canine
Think your tree blazing? I forgot to say I got California Raisins so hit me on my grape vine
Probably blowing on the finest growing in the state lines
Wanna talk? I don't like sweets but I'll take $5
Purple my favorite cream, dream's my favorite is blue
& you know what I mean if your perfume be Pepé Le Pew, pew
I'm riding by with my n***as doing 60 headed to a food & liquor
We gon' burn it down today, probably get crushed
Smell us from a mile away, I'm a be skunk, Pepé Le Pew