Smoke something niggas   This one go out to all the niggas that be getting loaded   All the ladies that be getting loaded      Score it up, roll it up, blow it up   I'm 'bout to let you niggas know something   'Fore you get mad and throw something   Bitch you better smoke something      If it's on your chest, get's rid of that mess, for the end of that stress   Nigga told me that's sess was the best, so I got's to test   It's all in the roll, fuck how you hold it   If you didn't notice that I was fucked up, y'all niggas ain't loaded      Speakin' of myself I'm just a rap writer   But before I get my nerves bad, let me go get my, let me go get my lighter   Blaze up a swissa full of herb, shut the door, shut the window   Close the gate, get the phone out, I don't want to be disturbed      I'm on too but I'm in my own home   High as Cheech N Chong, in my own zone, smokin' homegrown   Smoke all over this motherfucker   But never would have knowed it, if I wasn't loaded      So come and take a walk with me   Get spark with me inhales what a brought with me   See ya'll nigga can't find this, niggas be moving in slow motion   Smokin' that Bionic Chronic      And ain't no weed like Bo-Weed, no four like that score   I be screamin' but yall know what I'm fiendin' for   Nigga you wanna know something?   Fuck the dumb shit, nigga you better smoke something