Lyrics:

Charlie Brown, please don't come around
Because your weed is doo-doo brown and it smells like the ground
You're still my homie (But no more bammer)
But with that weed you don't know me
When I inhale this, the staleness creeps up on me, Charlie

I love weed, especially when it gets me gaspin'
Coughin' up a lung from that passion
Graspin' onto life with every hit that I take
When I'm high's the only time I feel awake
Roll it up, bags on reserve, is what I deserve
No joke, I gots to smoke 'cause it calms my nerves
And if Charlie was around I guarantee a tragedy from his dirt
Brown weed means head starts to hurt
Call me a high on, red eyed zombie
Smellin' like oak with a twist of pine tree
And fuck Smokey, my name's Big Inhale
And I'm known to take it down to the tail
You know what I mean? Resi-res build up on my fingernail
Clam baked inside the soundproof Lotus Pod cell
Lettin' out, when I'm blessed to give
So pass it back and let me get another hit, Big Smoker

Charlie, Charlie, your weed is so sorry (Mmm-mmm-mmmm)
You must have grown it in a dusty safari
I just can't smoke that no mo', even though I'm broke and I'm po'
I smell that shit in your bag, I choke and run for the do'
Don't hate you Charlie, and homie you still my boy
Just keep that junk on your spot, and homie you still my boy (Don't bring it 'round here)
The stress I can't never handle, I need to be high
So stay the fuck off my block, and don't come back on my side
Charlie, Charlie (Charlie Brown), you just ain't fresh anymore
Because I like to be lifted, your shit ground me to the floor
Don't make me deck you, Charlie (Bitch), don't come 'round with that
Don't nobody want to hit that, y'all bustas need to quit that, Charlie, Charlie