[Verse 1 - MJG]   Break it down, straight outta the tip   Flockin to the 'rillo   Ain't no secret   Every month, I'ma smoke a pillow   (M-J!) G, I keeps it real potent   Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo chokin   Come and go with me, creep off in my Chevy thang   Doin 45, twistin somethin steady mayn   Headed to my low-key, safe-and-sound house   Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a pound out   I used to have a secret spot up in my Range Rover   Where I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker   No discrimination my nigga, if you broke   But they still ain't attributed to good smoke   B.Y.O.B, bring ya own bud   Contribute to the pot, or do ya own drugs   But then I looked around and noticed all the folks was gone   I shoulda known that they would leave when all the smoke was gone      [Hook - singing]   Man, my weed is smoked up   Man, my weed is smoked up   Man, my weed is smoked up   Man, my weed is smoked up   There ain't nobody left around   Nobody left around   Nobody left around   Nobody left around   Nobody left around   And I'm runnin outta bud   I'm runnin outta bud   I'm runnin outta bud   I'm runnin outta bud   I'm runnin outta bud   I gotta go to the corner sto'   Go to the corner sto'   Go to the corner sto'   Go to the corner sto'      [Verse 2 - Eightball]   Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that choker   Part-time rap nigga, full-time weed smoker   Wake up, before I wash the crust up out my eyes   I'm splittin a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning high   Break that sticky down, roll it up, let it dry   Strike my lighter, put it to the tip, then I   Inhale, and let the smoke smoke fill up in my lungs   Hold it for a second, blow it out and get numb   A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for that Marijuana   No mid-grade, or no regular, just straight chronic   At least four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma touch it   See I'ma smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no budget   Now mama with me, wanna hit, better take it slow   Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the flo'   Burn it all til' the whole bag empty   Now err'body gone, ain't nobody here but me      [Hook]      [Verse 3 - Killer Mike]   Yeah I smoke, and I drank   Yeah I pop, and I lean   Might see me on M.L. King   Burnin rubber, burnin green   Might see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, ballin g   Might see me, on T.V., live on stage with Ball and G   Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of purp'   This here is my personal nigga   This here is not for work   Years ago, I was broke   Couldn't smoke it, couldn't ride   Now I smoke that foreign weed   Now I push them foreign rides   Flyin in that G-4   Goin to do them foreign shows   Givin 'em my foreign clothes   Fuckin with them foreign hoes   Catch ya man at Amsterdam   Burnin grams of that kush   Purple Haze and Indica   Now I'm drinkin vinegar   Scared as hell my P.O. gon' pull me and make me piss in cups   But fuck the man, I'm the man   Right now I'm in Amsterdam   Spendin cash, burnin hash   High like a sattelite   I might get locked up tomorrow   But bitch, I'm gettin high tonight      [Hook]      [Outro]   I wanna get high   I'm gonna get high   I wanna get high   I'm gonna get high   I wanna get high   I'm gonna get high