Lyrics:

Phase one
I grab the Henny and twist the top
Guzzle it that's when the reaction starts
I split the chalk with the Dutch
Had the hash in the greenery, then the L get sparked
Keith Murray's never smokin' on babith
Niggas give me dirt and I throw it in the garbage
Actual facts, writin' exact, sacks of African Black
I smoke two back to back
I smoke so much I choke out fire alarms
With the towel under the door feel the effect of the bar
Put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell
I inhale a gray smoke full of tram
Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
Inahle it through your mouth, freeze like you froze
Then shhy, blow it out yo nose
I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell
I inhale a gray smoke full of tram
Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
Put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell
I inhale a gray smoke full of tram
Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
Me and the Funk Doctor Spot up top on the hop
Block two big jig hot shots coppin' mots
Seasons slice precise, ice 'n' tights
Chicken heads that circle the block twice
If you chokin' then pass 'cause it's not a game
Bitches hit my blunts and never feel the same
They start actin strange and kinda erotic
I try to tell her you a'int nothin bout no chronic
Ahh drats I think I'll take a long walk
And light a fat one up for the sergeant general of New York
Who determine gettin' lifted kill brain cells maybe
If it wasn't for weed, niggas would be goin crazy
So smell it from afar, comin' from the bar
Or rushin' out when I open up the car door
Whether home or party in a bag or a jar
Put that lah in the air and represent with a stand form
I put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell
I inhale a gray smoke full of tram
Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
I put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell
I inhale a gray smoke full of tram
Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
I'm not sayin' I'ma a pothead, 'cause I'm not
I'm just sayin' that I smoke a lot
Catch me in V.I.P. smokin' with Dennis Scott
Or after the show in the parkin' lot
I only buy weed from a selective few
'Cause niggas is wicked and they will get you
I ran outta blunts got some paper from your mother
She had extra weed so we rolled another
No doubt, I hear you out
Before I roll my L, I think the cancer part out
I'ma kite 'cause I missed the buddah spot before the flight
And damn we gon' be away for like twelve nights
So here I am in Amsterdam gettin' high again
You know what, come to think of it, yo, I'd love a Heineken
Inhale it through your mouth, freeze like you froze
Then shhy blow it out yo nose
I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell
I inhale a gray smoke full of tram
Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell
I inhale a gray smoke full of tram
Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
I don't a fuck so you can tell what the hell, we smoked without y'all
We smoked without y'all
We smoked without y'all
Get lifted, uh, uh
Yeah I know what time it is, yeah all like that at