(DJ Paul, talking)
Yeah
Crunchy n***a doin' it now mang
You know I'm sayin?
Puttin' these albums and shit out
Mang, ya know I'm sayin?
Now ya got, 3 different kinds of weeds
Know I'm sayin? Mixed in a bowl
Thats like some of that super Bin-Laden type shit (Super!)
Mixin' that shit up, so fuck what'cha bought
Some of this shit mang (Fuck what'cha bought)
Lotta n***as out here be bullshittin'
Talkin' bout they gon' bring you a good bag
To the studio or somethin', by the house
But I don't ever see these n***as
Fuck y'all, fuck what'cha bought man
Wassup man?

(Hook, singing)
Three different kind of weeds
Mixed in a bowl (Mixed in a bowl)
And when I roll one up
I go outta control (I go outta control)
N***aaa
Three different kind of weeds
Mixed in a bowl (Mixed in a bowl)
And when I roll one up
I go outta control (I go outta control)
N***aaa
(Verse 1, Crunchy Black)
I'm a motherfuckin' fiend for that Mary Jane
And if ya got that, then ya got me mayn
I promise my smokin' is outta the frame
And I ain't gon' even try to play ya mayn
Can ya let me get some weed, see my check ain't came
And a n***a like me, I ain't playin' games
I need that Mary Jane, I need that Mary Jane
Like a junkie need crack runnin' through his veins
See n***as takin' pills, I mean they poppin' 'em mayn
But can y'all n***as cold, name some names
We holler'd Perkaset, we hollar'd X mayn
I popped a full bar, now I'm outta the frame
See if you got sess, then you got game
Now all you need now, is a freaky lil' dame
To get on her knees, and bless ya thang
It's hard here n***a, don't make me smoke ya mayn

(Hook, singing)
I got three different kind of weeds
Mixed in a bowl (Mixed in a bowl)
And when I roll one up
I go outta control (I go outta control)
N***aaa
Three different kind of weeds
Mixed in a bowl (Mixed in a bowl)
And when I roll one up
I go outta control (I go outta control)
N***aaa
(Verse 2, Crunchy Black)
I used to fuck wit' this n***a, I ain't hatin'
A cool white-boy, he did the best that he can
He sold x-pills, bout a hundred man
And played around wit' bout a hundred-grand
He bought me a Q-P of 'Dro, understand?
And I smoked, smoked, smoked like a smoke and a bandit
Y'all don't know how much god damn it
I smoked so much, that the smoke couldn't stand me
I'm just a young n***a, tryina get high
And I'ma gon' smoke til' the day that I die
So roll up the weed, and ignite the fire
And let's get high, n***a let's get high!
I know y'all know we Hypnotize
We have y'all hollerin' out "I-Yi-Yi"
Like the Ying Yang Twin's "Me, Myself, and I"
If ya got three different kind of weed, give it a try!

(Hook, singing)
I got three different kind of weeds
Mixed in a bowl (Mixed in a bowl)
And when I roll one up
I go outta control (I go outta control)
N***aaa
Three different kind of weeds
Mixed in a bowl (Mixed in a bowl)
And when I roll one up
I go outta control (I go outta control)
N***aaa