Verse 1:      Before I set it off and show what I'm gonna do to ya   Possess the bomb chocolate from Oakland to Utica   My real live niggas in the place and no queen   Wave your splif high son   Fuck the bullshit   When your arms are open   My palms release the bomb   Reviving the alarm   My word is bond   Scream at niggas through the intercom   Up to date, let's roller skate   Yo my whole squad smoking aint straight unless we smoking at eight   High rate, I always produce the potion   Weed smoking got me moving slow motion like we floatin on relax ocean   All my peeps who feel high   Dont want you darkin shades, there's to much smoke up in your eye   Keep it swingin listen to all of my bells ringin   My get high has niggas wantin to start singin   And this goes out to those that smoke out the bong   And all my bitches in the place who roll they own draws      Chorus: repeat 2x      Buy a nickel bag   Smoke a little lye   Get high tonight   Get high tonight      Verse 2:      Yo, bounce back you just caught the contact african black overreact Charge   I'm bout to bench the whole wack must interact on every track   Blow this spot down niggas break fool and smoke across the world almanac   My sons that don't smoke and get high drinkin   Cognac, Hennesey, Cristal but wait   What's goin on with dat?   With the deal done sometimes I sip Jamaican white rum   Taste with a little milk, I know y'all niggas want some   Represent where you from needing some tic tacs and gum   So a nigga breath don't blahhh!!!   Get high, then i get fly   When i be shopping at the atrium   Smoking in the center of Yankee stadium   Stand strong, yes we rock on and on   The Flipmode stamps all of my songs   They get a place them niggas must perfrom   Smoke till your brain fry   So high you can't open your eye   My niggas need to just      Chorus 5x