Chorus:   Sometimes da game got me stressin partner i can't lie   I roll me a sweet smash off n da ride a whole piece i aint never lied   I put my weed hand n da sky   i put my weed hand n da sky   i respect it for da luv of life   a whole piece i aint never lied   i put my weed hand in da sky   i put my weed hand in da sky      V1:   The smokes killing off my lungs and appendix   It's baby bash the modern day jimmy hendrix   deep down in texas,   dope house is so relentless   the fluff is endless   smokin wit my lawer and my dentist   Feelin stupendiss wanna come to my quarter stacks   Smokin on greener reef   singing boby to dem older cats   (bobby brown)Dem dolger sax   wit a coffee grinder at my mercy   Dun rolled a lax wit a highspeed chasers ones dat coudn't curch me   Cocked mouthed and thirsty gotta keep my spirit lifted though   My spiritual,lyrical,it's hydromyrical   I'm comin visious though,   wit a fully loaded off dat durby   feelin so worthy cuz my vacume lungs are like dat curby   and don't desturb me when i'm floatin to my foriegn land   You no fo' sho' i keep my pipe in my weed hand   My weed hand is something i don't disrestpect   Your weed hand throw it up and represent your weed      chorus:      V2:   I'ma gonna admit it and you know i'm wid it   begin his life,got his only one and split it   Lit it up wit my nephew   and now i'm floatin   My crown is broaken   soakin up my soal   sippen styraphone cups   choken now i'm low   If you ridden on us dats cool but pass da joint   diamonds flyin and you just had to go   cuz u dun cast da vote   and i didn't even get a hit   no not even a little bit   so now help me get rid of dis   baby girl don't disrespecr the luv   and i can't see dat   ask where we get the best of bud   put up ur weed hand      Chorus:      V3:   Man i been down dis way b4   i hit da bong back up and blow   I'm too damn high don't pass me no mo'   I blaze drown,sip on a 4   stayin high i'm on a note   u can smell da bong all on my clothes   man look at my eyes they bout to b closed   I'm choken dudes up out hte room wit my weed hand in the sky   I'm stayin blowed on octamodes and i'm leanin half da time   I'm stayin high and i hustle fool   don't be at home up on my ass gotta get up and glock sum cash   hoes thinkin they gonna smoke for free   but not wit a young P.I.M.P   Just cuz i'm young don't mean i'm dumb   Red microphones now blaze sum of dat greener reef   and pour sum of dat purple stuff   down here we smokin bud   ya i no u herd of us      chorus:      ending outro:   My weed hand,   put ur weed hand in da sky,   my weed hand,   east west,   my weed hand,   north south,   something we can all relate to,   my weed hand.