| Boog, weed, sess, skunk, pine, k, reefer, dank |
| Sell ya boy a plump dime |
| Killa, herb, grass, coffee, pot |
| We gotta get some mo' because this O is all we got |
| Smokin' everyday I can’t let go |
| Rollin' perfect Sweets, I mean perfecto |
| Neighbours they say they smell this shit from next do' |
| And they keep me outa they house because they know I’ma fiend |
| Last month I pawned 17 sewing machines |
| Took the money to my Mexican patner his names Malito |
| (What's up wetback? |
| We go way back, we’d lay back in his crib and get drunk |
| He always keeps some sess, but see sometimes he get’s skunk |
| And he calls me when he get it, cus he know I’m wit it |
| And he tell me that’s it’s good but I’ll believe it when I hit it |
| I’ll show up with a cigar and then he bring out this bong |
| And before we get high we start singin' this song |
| Love the good motha |
| Muy bien marijuana |
| Love the good reefa |
| Cannabis sativa |
| Love the good motha |
| Muy bien marijuana |
| Love the good reefa |
| Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba) |
| Smokin' weed really ain’t nothin' to brag about |
| Unless ya got friends like mine, look at this big bag I got |
| Straight from Jamaica from that nigga Naughty Dread |
| He got some shit with just one hit I bet yo' eyes get red |
| And he call his weed cali, smoke it in the chalis |
| «Take ya shoes off boy and try not to be careless» |
| We be jammin' to the reggae music feelin' every note |
| Both of our heads boppin' while we eatin' curried goat and he say |
| «Hey mon, pass dat motherfucka dis way mon» |
| I’m blowed, he blowed, we high |
| He got pounds of weed in the other room, knee high |
| And my nigga ain’t greedy, he gives to the needy |
| He put me down with weed and I hook him up with beaties |
| We be trippin' off people who think weed makes you forget |
| But you was… uh. shit |
| Niggaz smokin' sweets, dimes, ounces to quarters |
| We pass the sess around in chronological order |
| But when ain’t nobody got no weed shit seems to be hopeless |
| I know an old school weed smoker named Keofris |
| He always keep killa cus all he do is roll jokers |
| It’s good for his cataracts and help him stay focused |
| He say him and a couple of his friends back in the game |
| They used to sing R &B the shoopdey doowop thing |
| They had bowl cuts they eyes tight lookin' like Chinamen |
| They had to switch up and change they name every now and then |
| Finally tried to be theyself but people wouldn’t accept it |
| Shit started gettin' strange so they say fuck it and left it |
| He said, «Boy whatever ya do just keep goin' |
| If weed helps ya with the music keep the Sweets blowin' |
| One day you’ll get some money, you can buy me some teeth |
| I wanna see ya make it boy, ya kinda remind me of me |
| Cus I love the reefer"Huh? What’d you say? «Cheeba cheeba» |
| Pops you out |
| Aw yeah, this for the, for the OG’s who used to listen to The Ojays |
| Shit, hell this even for the BG’s |