[Hook: 8Ball, MJG]
Drink a Yac, smoke a sack
Kick back like a fat mack
Drink a Yac, smoke a sack
Kick back like a fat mack
Drink a Yac, smoke a sack
Kick back like a fat mack
Drink a Yac, smoke a sack
Kick back like a fat mack
Drink a Yac, smoke a sack
Kick back like a fat mack
Drink a Yac, smoke a sack
Kick back like a fat mack
And let, and let, and let the chicken mess up your memory
And let, and let, and let the chicken mess up your memory

[Verse 1: Lil Sko]
Ridin' in a Chevy with the Buick hubcaps
Rollin' up some blunts with the A/C on full max
Stop at the corner store to get a pint of gin and juice
Got a book on 1.5s, and a 12 pack of brew
Now we scopin', and now we hopin'
We see some females, 'cause I can spit so much game
To hit your mama tail
So peace, chief, and let the food stamps stack
So kick back, relax, and drink a yac or smoke a sack
[Verse 2: Mr. N***a]
Mr. N***as on the mothafuckin' track
(*cough*) I'm smokin' a blunt, a half a ounce, a fifth of yac
A/C blowin', I'm scopin' for the hoes
Triple motion on my Chevy
Gold bones with the fuckin' vogues
This shit is fire, you see, I'm high
I can't deny, oh my, oh my
Oh why, oh why, should I be like this?
I campaign and I relax
But that's the way it is, I drink a yac and smoke a sack

[Verse 3: Lil Reggie]
I'm takin' my chances by makin' cheese on the cut
You know to see mothafucka
Peep bitch, you know what's up
I guess that life ain't really nothin' but a gamble
So don't get yourself in somethin' that yo ass can't handle
'Cause I'ma make a livin' with my millimeter Glock
And you need to watch your back
When you comin' to my block
So I'ma leave it at that, while my pockets gettin' fat
Kick back like a mack, and drink a yac, and smoke a sack

[Verse 4: Tom Skeemask]
Now, I'm blowin', my n***a, hellified fuckin' shotgun
Off this mack blunt, now yo ass is gonna get stung
By this mothafuckin' pimpin', I'm not slippin' for this trick
Bitch, better get to them knees, and suck this fuckin' dick
Drinkin' the mothafuckin' yac, and you know I'm laid back
Smokin' up an ounce of bud
And my n***a kinda just laid back
Back to the liquor store for another fuckin' yac
Blazin' bud all night, and I'm smokin' on the fuckin' sack
[Verse 5: Lil Ced]
Smoked outta my n***as room, It's the full contact
Burn the bud, then my n***a that smoke
Now check him for another sack
I pop 'em for the 10, half pop for the 20
Rollin' by the Chevy quickly, until the chronic kill me
It's 2 o'clock, I'm sippin' the yack
Now my ass is laid back
Chiefin' on the fattest mack
Havin' a major ink attack
Got 15 dollars in my pocket
That's just shit to campaign off
Smoke it here, spend it there
Now, you know the shit is gone
The n***a left the liquor store
With a half of pint of yac
Now, I'm finna hit my n***a down for another sack

[Verse 6: Criminal Manne]
Smokin' on the junt, with my n***as drinkin' O.E
Standin' on the track, kickin' back with the family
Constantly blowin' blunts
'Cause us playas all about the game
Kickin', I'm pimpin' and sweatin' these bitches
N***a, it's the Criminal Manne
22 deep, where we creep, but we still chill
When it's time to scoop my bitch
We chief a pound and vamp to the crib
Ink attack, drink a yack, kick back like a mack
Take the time, let's get fucked up, my n***a
And smoke a sack
[Verse 7: Yo Lynch]
I need a fat mac junt
I think I'm havin' another ink attack
Project Playaz looking for the Indonesia Chronic sack
Bought a fuckin' O.Z, so you know we super straight
Lickity stick the shit
And watch me hit a great big junt of hay
Pass me the fire, so I can light up a hype
And get real high
Inhale thee shotgun to my nose
And now blow one in my eye
Fell up in the liquor store
Buzzin' from smokin' on the mac
What do I feel like drinkin'
Mane, I'm thinkin' "fuck it, buy some yac"

[Verse 8: Lil Syd]
Hoes, I'm on the curb
Take a swig, my nig, and pass it
High as a mof, from smokin' that bud with the system blastin'
Kickin' up, pimpin', and smokin' some chicken
This shit I'm hittin' is thunder
So pass the cigar paper, mane
It's time to roll a blunt-ah
Laughin' and jokin' and chokin'
From the liquor and the cognac
Ridin' through the town, scopin' scowns
'Cause we're cool like that
Player shit, thought you knew
Keep on rolling dookie max
Chillin' like some villains
With the yac and the chronic sack

[Verse 9: Killa B]
Rollin' through the Mound
With the half a pint of yack
Know that's how it is when a n***as livin' phat
The mothafuckin' cap peelers back
Spliffed out, chiefin' indo
Kickin' shit, with my n***a Squeeky, like I did before
Hard ass part 2, n***a down with the crew
I got them thangs for a busta, trick, I thought you knew
But, uh, back to the subject
Pass me the yac, some 1.5s, and the dub sack

[Verse 10: Kilo G]
High as a mothafucka, mane, wanna cap down
Kickin' it with my n***aro
Stop off at the liquor store
Get yo yac, then we headed for the indo
Bitch, it's Kilo G, drop off the ki's, 'cause I gotta have it
Ain't this a bitch, ho became a addict
'Cause I need my dope and I ain't got it
This bud keep me fiendin', mane, just like a junkie
Don't all dry but boogers in my nose
And my breathe is gettin' funky
Can't keep this goddamn monkey off my back
So I'm forced to sweat the track
To drank some yac, and smoke a sack