Got kinda high

Got kinda high and kinda drunk

Yup yeah it's me my man

It's getting kinda sober the less you bring the handle

Bring it up to the hemper boys

Man I got the pumper joints

Cops all around hearing annoyed very annoyed

I love the blunts ain't enough

And get tired of smoking that stuff

Till I ball down yeah

It's proved that it's on the grass

To keep it fulling up the earth

And bust up my a*s

'Cause I'm the smoker the joker the midnight choker

Well before ya start ta pass out from this verbal lash out

Ya better get ya cash out

So the pigs'll throw my a*s out

There's no way for ya ta understand

Playin' Mr fifty grand got ya bitties bootie tanned

Heads gettin' bigger swiggin' money swiggers

Livin' in O Z with no dagos or no niggers

Pigs are pulling trigger and ya paying the fees

Columbus is ya hero but he's my f**king disease

So lets step down the south street and take out some stiff

If nobody's out there

There is know that other kid

His name is John Humble

He got a fat bundle

The green is what I mean to the Garret make you humble

And smoke till we stumble and fall down on our face

The hoods are on the rumble

We have to get on another place

We don't need no basic incase you beat that s**t

The liquor most quicker to much to make you sick

We all feeling nice precisely how we like it

We never endolging and in our mic's we mic it

So don't pay no pigeons

'Cause nobody's perfect get your thing out of the system

She can pound you fourty faster than you and I

My boys are called shorty but she like to get high

So do I

I smoke fatties that's my business

I pound fourties that's my business

I drive sick tit that's my business

Worry about your own d*mn thing