Lyrics:

It's Friday mornin', where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
'Cause I wanna get high, like a plane in the sky
With the indo cloud in ma brain
Where da fuck are my zig zags and my lighter
So I can roll it and set on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors
'Cause this shit is so sticky that it's gettin' on my fuckin' fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one hit that's with tha Bombay shit that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Lemmie make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn center
Impregnated, lookin' joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and I still get faded

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale

East coast hittin' that blunt
West coast hittin' that honey dip
Marijuana joint, and I want another hit
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
I wanna stimulate ma mind, so I toke it up
Can I get a hit? Can I get a woooo
Gimme that fat bag a'weed in da room
So I can get faded, elavated
Smoke a joint down to a roach, then I ate it
I stand two to the guess guy
(Off by) as I keep runnin from the chota
Gimme that weed, fool, in your big stash
Puto, don't be holdin' out on the big bag

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale